Wife's Hot Photo Session

Chapter 1: it started with a camera shoot in Franks summer house studio.

Chapter 2: Steven, Jane and Frank, meet George and his Gentleman, and experience a giant leap of sexual pleasure.

Chapter 3

Breakfast was always a time when Jane and I would try to resolve issues. We tended to talk about them in bed, in-between our love making, and watching a movie, or visa versa, depending on the movie subject matter, if you get my drift.

"How do we make this work? our two lifestyles." Jane said, as her bread popped from the toaster.

"I'm not sure," I replied, knowing Jane would be angry with me, she always was, whenever I showed any sign of 'not giving a shit.' But I did care, I wanted to find a resolution as much as she did.

"You're not being very helpful." she said as she scraped the burnt bits off her toast.

"I know, but I really have been racking-my-brain. It maybe the case we need to involve the third party in this." I said, hopefully dispelling any thoughts that I did not 'give a shit.'

Jane came back. "By third party you're referring to Frank?"

"Yes, Frank." I replied.

"I think your right" Jane said, as she threw her toast in the bin, and sat down to drink her cold coffee. "Or we could just let things run their course, see how things pan out as they say."

And that was our dilemma, how do we continue this double life? while Frank is part of both our worlds. We enjoy his company, he has been our friend, our fixer, and our dandy photographer, and we adore him for all those reasons. But, and it is a big BUT. How do we avoid the two worlds crossing over, or maybe we don't, as Jane suggested, just let things run their course.

This was our last day in Amsterdam, three-nights Airbnb, and now we had an afternoon flight to catch. It was a last-minute decision. We called Frank on the morning after the night before (Guildford night before,) and told him we needed time to think, and we would see him in 4 days. He agreed to feed the cat and keep an eye on the place for us.

We had 4 days of shopping, eating, more shopping, fucking, and a visit to one of those 'special clubs', one of those 'family friendly shows', is what the doorman insisted on calling it, while all the time eyeing my Jane up and down. Anyway, That's another story for another day. We had bags to pack, and a flight to catch, and with luck, Frank at the other end to pick us up.

"Just hope customs don't look too close in our bags." Jane said.

Cramming the last of her purchase into her suitcase, calling me over to sit on it while she forced it closed. But then opening it again, as all that pressure had set off one of her battery-operated purchases, much to our amusement.

Jane had been like a kid in a candy store discovering stuff, she, or I, did not know existed. I lost count how many sex shops we frequented. God knows what she intended to do with all her purchases, but I had a very good idea. To be honest, many of the items were chosen by me.

We left our Airbnb in Amsterdam with the distinct aroma of Jane's perfume, which she used to try and mask the smell of her burnt toast, sitting in the kitchen bin.

Our flight from Schiphol airport to Gatwick took just over an hour. Which was about the same amount of time it took to get past the guy in customs, who took immense pleasure rummaging around in Jane's suitcase, much to her embarrassment.

We chatted on the plane, mainly about our exploits in Amsterdam, some of which kept the guy in the window seat next to Jane entertained. She took immense pleasure in ensuring he got to hear all the juicy bits. As we left the plane he slipped Jane a note, and that was the last we saw of him.

"I will read that later." she said to me, slipping it in her handbag.

Frank was a pleasingly familiar face in arrivals, he insisted on picking us up even though we would have been more than happy to jump on a train.

Frank greeted us both. "Good to see you guys, pleasant flight?"

Why do People always say that? when meeting you at the airport. To be honest I thought Frank would have come up with something much more original, like, 'Hey guys how was Amsterdam, did you do a lot of fucking, and smoke a shit load of weed?'

But it was great to see him, looking his usual dapper self. Dressed as if he was going to some gala dinner, rather than being our taxi ride home.

Frank and Jane greeted in their same inimitable way, and it was so good to see their public display of affection. He took my hand and shook it, reaching out and giving me a perfectly acceptable man hug.

Frank grabbed Jane's bag, and we headed out the airport to his car.

"What the fuck have you got in here Jane." Frank said as he hoisted it into the back of the Jag.

"You really don't want to know Frank," I said, "but if you do, there's a customs guy who I'm sure could give you a full inventory."

Jane turned and slapped me across the back of my head and laughing.

"Ouch that hurt."

"It was ment to." She replied, as she slid into the rear seat. I joined her and we set off, Frank negotiating the multi-storey carpark twists and turns. He hated them, they were not designed for cars like his Jag, but it survived, nonetheless.

The drive home was comfy and un-eventful. chatting about this and that. We filled him in on the delights to be had in Amsterdam. I commented on his attire suggesting all he needed to complete the look was a chauffeur's cap, to which Jane felt I deserved yet another clout round my head.

Frank pulled up outside our house. "Welcome home guys," he said, "the cats still alive you will be pleased to know, well it was this morning when I fed him.

"Come in for coffee Frank." Jane suggested, as I pulled the cases from the boot (or trunk what ever side of the pond you are)

"Love a coffee, thanks. "He said, as he stood back admiring his car sitting on our driveway.

I plonked the cases down in the hallway, and headed to the lounge, while Jane fixed some drinks for the three of us. I opened the French windows and light flooded in, and a warm summer breeze wafted through into the lounge, helping to replace the stale air. The whole of our ground floor was one large room, lounge/Diner with a kitchen at one end. The patio area spanned the full width of the house. In the corner we had a hot tub, and usual garden furniture. A few steps down from the patio a modest pool, big enough for a good swim in the morning, and beyond that, a large lawn, trees, and shrubs, in almost 2 acres.

"Love your house Steve, hope you don't mind but I had a dip in your pool while you were away. Mind you, you should have told me your cat can't swim, I had terrible trouble dragging him out." Frank said with a broad smile on his face.

Jane shouted from the Kitchen. "What! I hope your fucking joking." Turning to see me and Frank grinning like a couple of naughty schoolboys.

Jane joined us in the lounge, and she squeezed between Frank and I on the long sofa, which looked out into the garden.

"It's finished," Frank said sipping his coffee," The movie I've finished editing it."

Jane turned to him "And?"

Frank stood up and turned to face us both. "It's fucking fabulous, the best."

Jane looked up at him excitedly. "So, when can we see it."

"Soon." Frank replied

"Soon?" Jane responded, "Why not now, this evening?"

"I have had a message from George and the Gents. They have fallen in love with you and Steve, and to be honest they are eager to see you again."

"But why does that affect when we can see the movie." Jane said, as she sipped on her G&T.

"They want the premier to be at George's place in Guildford. Like a full-on proper premier.

Jane looked at me smiling, and turned to Frank, "you mean like full red-carpet treatment."

"Well, George has not sent the full brief yet but yes, much along those lines."

"I hope so," Jane said, adding. "It sounds like it could be fun, and I'm never going to turn down a chance to dress up for such an occasion."

Frank responded. "George hasn't sent me the full brief, I'm expecting it tomorrow, so I have no idea what's in it. It maybe just the premier of the movie."

Jane looked over at Frank. "Let's see what the brief says before we make a judgement."

I nodded, Telling Jane. "I'm fine with it, as long as your happy babe."

Jane looked at Frank, saying, "Ok let's sleep on it and see what the morning brings, more important let's see what George has to say in his brief."

"Sound good to me." I said

Jane gave Frank a hug, "Our guest room is made up if you would like to stop over."

"Only if you let me cook breakfast." Frank replied.

"Deal." Jane said.

And with that we tidied around and headed off to our bedrooms. I had a quick shower before I joined Jane. She was laying naked on our bed, naked but for her pearl neckless. Jane had kept it in a safe place, ever since she wore it while her Bull fucked her and used it on her like some sex toy. The neckless had become a symbol of our new sexual freedom.

Laying beside her on the bed was her newly acquired 9" dildo, black and rippling. She picked it up and slowly brought it to her lips, she gathered saliva in her mouth and slowly dribbled it over the tip, and it gradually run down the shaft. She then lowered it between her open legs, all the time her eyes were fixed on mine, that familiar look of lust.

I moved in and sat on the bed, my head taking in the sight of my wife grasping her dildo and slowly rubbing it over her pussy. She then slipped it into her waiting cunt, gasping as the ridges rode over her labia. I reached down and clutched her hand and together we plunged it deeper, her juice allowing the full length to penetrate her willing cunt.

Jane's body buckled as our hands took control of the dildo and together, we began to fuck her, grasping her black cock drawing it in and out, in and out, our hands working to bring her to orgasm. I reached up and grabbed her pearls, the same pearls that a week ago were being forced inside her cunt by her Bull. Jane lowered her head, and I removed them and began to roll them across her breasts, the pearls massaging her erect sensitive nipples. Jane gasped and looked at me and whispered gently, "Fuck me Steven, fuck me in the ass, please fuck me oh god fuck me."

I rolled her over, her hands still grasping her dildo, still forcing it inside her, working it with a rhythmic motion, while groaning with pleasure. I took my cock in my hand and search for her opening, forcing it into her, Jane was prepared for me, her ass was lubed and ready, and a cold flush of lube hit the tip of my cock as I began to enter her. Jane arched her back as I rode her, holding her hair and pulling her head back. She cried out as she forced her ass back onto my cock as it slid deeper inside her. God it was good, God she was hot with passion, she worked her dildo harder, her body going into spasms.

She cried out. "Oh god I'm coming, fuck me Steven I'm coming,"

We both gasped and I felt my sperm releasing from my cock. I pulled it out and shot my hot cum over her arched back, as she gave one last thrust of her fuck toy. Jane slumped on the bed; her head buried in the pillow. We both collapsed gasping for air, trying to catch our breath. Jane turned over and grabbed me, pulling me closer to her, hugging me, driving the air from my lungs and digging her nails into my back drawing them down before they came to rest on my ass with a final stabbing.

We lay in each others' arms until our breathing returned, and we fell apart laying on our backs staring at the ceiling, our sheets sticking to our flesh, sweat dripping from our used bodies.

"What the fuck? Jesus what the fuck Jane?" I said.

I was not sure why I said it but, my mind was still frazzled by the whole episode, the most staggering orgasm, the most intense fucking.

"What the fuck," I repeated.

Jane turned to me, "My god what just happened."

We turned and looked at each other, our lips gently kissing. As we moved, her dildo rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud, as if to punctuate the moment.

"Believe me Steven, that has surpassed anything we've ever done," Jane said as she attempted to retrieve her dildo.

"Ditto." I said.

Jane collected up her pearls and held them to her mouth, and kissed them, and placed them in a black silk bag, and closed them away in her bedside cabinet. We talked for a while and let the adrenaline rush subside.

"let's shower and get some sleep." Jane said

I agreed. "Good idea."

We woke to the sound of Frank clanking around in the kitchen. We laid in bed looking into each others' eyes gently kissing every few minutes.

"It's almost 9," Jane said, "you think we should get up, Franks got eggs and bacon on the go downstairs." She slowly released her hold on me and climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

"Yes, I will check on him make sure he doesn't Burn the house down." I called out, justas Jane closed the bathroom door.

It was another glorious summers day, and it was looking like a perfect day for chilling in the garden around the pool. I joined Frank in the kitchen and grabbed a coffee. He had everything in-hand, so I sat at the breakfast bar and chatted.

"Sleep well Frank?" I asked as he cracked another egg in the pan.

"Like a baby," he said. "well, I did once you two love birds stopped your fucking, you horny lucky bastard.

"Yes, sorry about that, me and Jane were road-testing one of her new toys." I said as Frank turned and smiled.

It was not long before Jane joined us, wearing her bath robe. She walked over to Frank at the stove giving him a hug from behind and kissing him on the back of the neck. The pair of them joined me at the breakfast bar and we tucked into our eggs, bacon, sausage, and beans.

"I've had an email from George," Frank said as he topped up our coffee.

"And?" Jane replied.

"It Had the commission brief attached, which I have not opened yet, I will forward it to you both and we can sit around the pool and read it together if you like."

"Good idea," Jane said. "Let's finish breakfast and we can adjourn to the pool."

The pool always looks so inviting on hot summer days, and this was going to be a hot one, 78 deg and climbing. Jane had changed into her string bikini, with a beach throw tied at her breasts, and a small bag slung over her shoulder. Frank and I were in baggy swimming trunks, functional but hardly a fashion statement. We pulled the sun beds around and settled down reading George's commission brief on our separate device's. We agreed we would reserve our judgement until each of us had digested the full details and then make our comments, although Frank did say that we really did not need his input.

We all read the brief and We looked at each other and, we talked, and then we talked some more, and we added, and we took away, then we added more, and then we looked at each other and agreed, 'that would be the final brief.' It was different from the first one, hugely different, but Jane and I liked it and felt there would be an opportunity for something to be added should the occasion call for it. Jane was clear that she wanted to control this one, both in the brief, and in the evening.

"Are you both happy with it?" Frank asked

"Yes, it's how we want it to be Frank, it is how I want it to be. Jane said

"I understand guys, I totally understand, I will get this sent off this afternoon to George." Frank said as he finished jotting his notes down.

"OK who's for a swim" Jane said, as she slung her beach shawl off and dived in the pool, closely followed by Frank.

I decided to sit out, preferring to watch the pair of them frolicking in the water. They played around in the pool like a couple of teenagers. Jane making constant attempts to remove Franks shorts, until eventually she finally disappeared underwater like some pearl diver, resurfacing triumphantly waving his trunks in the air. My guess was Frank didn't put up much of a fight. Jane then decided to join him and removed her bikini which she threw in my direction landing in my lap. They spent the next 5 minutes hugging, kissing, and splashing around. I loved watching the pair of them, Jane's breasts displayed for mine and Franks enjoyment, her complete willingness to allow Frank to kiss and hold her, their bodies wrapped around each other. My cock told my head what it thought of the whole erotic scene. Frank in the pool with my naked wife, enjoying each others' bodies, the water obscuring what maybe happening below the surface. But it was clear to me Jane was controlling the situation, and she would decide how much further the relationship would be allowed to go, and I was comfortable with that.

Jane stepped out of the pool like some 'Ian Fleming Bond girl,' flicking her hair back, and slipping her feet into her sandals. She walked slowly over to her sun bed, her body looking so hot as the water gently flowed across her bronzed flesh. Frank followed, hastily rescuing his trunks from the side of the pool and pulled them on and joined her. He took her towel and began to dry her body. Jane raised her arms and put her hands on her head surrendering her wet naked body to Franks eager hands.

Jane teased him. "You've missed a bit Frank," pointing to her feet.

He knelt, as Jane raised her foot and placed it on the sun-bed, he took his time, his head now admiring her sweet damp pussy just inches from his mouth. I began to think this maybe the moment, that moment when the pair of them would consummate their relationship, the moment I have been longing for, ever since she displayed her naked body in Franks studio.

She glanced over to me, I knew what that look was telling me, this was her looking for approval, looking for my nod that said it's OK. She did not need to wait long, I smiled, and nodded, Jane mouthed those words I long to hear, "I LOVE YOU."

She stood Frank up and pulled the string on his shorts, they fell slowly down his legs, Frank helping them on the way over his stiff cock. She then kicked off her sandals and slowly lowered herself onto the sun-bed as she hung around Franks neck. They both sunk onto the bed, and they kissed. This was not going to be some frantic fucking session between Frank and my wife, clearly, he was going to savour every lingering moment, every touch of Jane's body, every inch of her eager flesh. They lay on the bed kissing, Frank kissing her neck then her ear, and whispering words only the two of them would share. Jane was totally engulfed in the moment, fully ready to allow Frank to enter her, to fuck her, to make love to my lovely wife.

Frank reached down and his fingers lightly touched Jane's pink, and swollen labia, swollen from the pounding it had taken from the dildo fucking her last night. She was giving herself to Frank, allowing him to discover her pure lust, her lust for sex, her passion which he ignited that night in the summer house posing for his camera.

Jane's eyes looking at me, telling me everything I needed to know, as his cock slowly and gently entered her. My head telling me 'He is fucking your wife Steven, He's fucking your beautiful wife,' and I was loving the moment, watching every move, watching the two of them making love.

Franks hips moved and he began a rhythmic motion, gentle at first, but then with more force. Jane's legs wrapped around his body, and she grasped his ass, pulling his body into hers. Frank raised up his hands grasping the edge of the sun-bed and he looked down on her as she gasped and took another thrust from his cock, then another, and another, all the time Jane looking at me, her eyes fixed on mine. Franks thrusts grew in intensity, and she gasped every time his cock drove deeper inside her, she reached up her hands holding his head. Calling out. "Oh god Frank fuck me, fuck your Jane, I want you to cum inside me, oh god fuck me." Her voice had real intensity, begging Frank to cum, forcing her hips down on his cock, hanging onto him, her breasts forced against his chest. They both moved together as one, they were fucking now, it was no longer love making, this was intense, frantic, crazy fucking, the two of them fucking like animals, oblivious of anything else, fucking, fucking until Frank exploded, his body shaking, his final throws as he released his cum inside my Jane. Jane cried out. "Oh god Steven he's cum inside me, he has cum, oh my god, it's so good."