My wife, Sam has become used to me going out on the last Tuesday evening of every month to a photography club in town. I have been a keen photographer since I was a young kid, but what she didn't realize until now is that this was a photography club with a difference. On the famous last Tuesday of each month the guys would get together and pay for a 'model' to photograph. This would usually end up with pictures being taken of her in various states of undress and ultimately being fucked by one or more of the guys. Although up until now, I had never taken part in the fucking, I had enjoyed watching the 'show' and really looked forward to the once a month event.
It had taken 20 years of marriage, but eventually in our search for sexual adventure, Sam and I had our fantasies out in the open. She knew I wanted to see her get fucked by other men and I had eventually got her to admit that this was her fantasy too, - to have a few hard cocks fuck her and leave their loads inside her. We had made it happen a few times and both really enjoyed it. I decided it was time to tell her what was going on with the photography club, hoping she would respond as I wanted her to. Surely enough, as I was relating events, I noticed that her nipples began to stand out and as we sat there on the sofa, she began to rub my cock through my trousers, which had an obvious effect upon me.
"And what about these 'models', are they pretty?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"well, yes, I suppose so." I replied.
"As pretty as me?"
"No-one could be as pretty as you."
"and what if I were the model, would you like that?"
Bingo! I got the response I was after. The state of my now rampant erection answered the question for me. The thought of ten guys watching my wife strip and then photographing her as she got fucked, definitely aroused me!
"How about you tell the guys you've found a 'model' for this Tuesday?" she said. - I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but readily agreed. I just couldn't wait to see this.
On Tuesday evening, the guys were waiting in what we called the 'studio.' The room was set with soft mats laid our in the middle of the room and various lights set up to give the impression that the photography was important to us. As the guys waited, I was peppered with questions about the model I had found. I explained that she was a petite 5 foot woman in her forties, with long dark hair, the face a true model would kill for and with a beautiful body that I estimated being a 36DD chest. I told them that I had met her at the gym and that we had begun chatting and that I had persuaded her that with her looks she should come and model for us. I said that she had seemed reluctant at first, but the more I threw compliments her way, the more interested she had become. I also said that I knew she was married, (I didn't say to me!), but that her husband worked away a great deal.
As I finished my description, the studio door opened and in walked Sam, looking a little nervous. She was wearing a low cut black top, which clung to her gorgeous tits and a pair of tight fitting leggings which showed the shape of her beautiful legs and ass. I walked over and introduced her to the guys, who each shook her hand. I poured her a drink and told her to relax and that the guys would start just taking some simple pictures. I told her just to strike a few poses and the guys would direct her from there.
Sam sheepishly stepped into the middle of the room, onto the mats and the guys began snapping away, paying her all sorts of compliments. The plan was for Sam to act shy at first, but as the boys began to photograph her she was to become more confident and daring. As per the plan, my wife began to laugh and share jokes with the guys and to obviously show enjoyment at the attention. One of the guys then shouted for her to take her top off, - Sam stopped and said, "I don't know about that, I'm not that kind of girl." More of them added to the clamor for her to show her tits and she pretended to reluctantly acquiesce, saying, "Ok, but that's as far as I'm going. Don't you lot get any ideas!"
As Sam slowly peeled off her clinging top, her gorgeous mounds, which were encased within a lacy, white bra came into view. There were gasps from one or two of the men and the boys threw more and more compliments her way. Sam feigned a flattered response and began posing in more and more provocative ways, - on her hands and knees, facing us, so that her cleavage was in full view. One of the guys then asked Sam to take off her bra and again she stopped. The guys were all going crazy, pleading with her. Sam stood there pretending to be in two minds about this. Eventually she said, "my husband will kill me," as she slowly reached to the front of her chest to unclasp the white, lacy cups. As she let the cups loose, she held her arms tightly over her now naked breasts, again feigning hesitation. More pleading from the crowd encouraged her and she slowly moved her arms to reveal her soft, fleshy, but firm tits. Again, she began to pose provocatively, showing off her best assets and soon she was persuaded to remove her panties amid comments that if her husband ever found out he would never forgive her.
At this point 'big Dave' stepped forward towards Sam. (called 'big,' not because of his massive six foot five frame, but because of his nine -- inch, dick). Dave was 220 pounds of solid man, with not an ounce of fat on him. He was usually the one who stepped forward to begin proceedings and tonight was no exception. As he approached, Sam just looked at his bulge and said, "My, what a big boy, in more ways than one!"