This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand-alone.
This story depicts a man giving his wife to another, if this is not to your liking, don't judge, it's a work of fiction but do please visit some of my other submissions. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Ordinarily, John would have looked upon someone like himself as a scum bag. He had been fucking his colleague Andi for around six months behind her husband's back. He had even met her husband Sam at a couple of work functions and got on with him but that didn't stop him being a scum bag.
He was the photographer and Art Director of the company's lingerie catalogue and when he took on this role the company used to hire external models, but he quickly came to the realisation that the company had a number of shapely female employees who were just as good, if not better, than the models he could hire in at the same time providing a healthy bonus in their pay packets in return -- and yet still saving money compared to professional models. Andi was one of the first to fall under his spell and if he had to pick a favourite muse for his camera, he would probably pick her. The fact that their company used real people was something that the company never made public knowledge; he half suspected it would boost sales immeasurably if the customer thought the person answering their call might be the model they were looking at, but he was the master of discretion if nothing else and only let certain senior people at the organisation in on his secret of the new and abundant talent he could call upon for the company's quarterly catalogue.
Of course, being lingerie, meant John got to see more of his colleagues than most, just one of the many perks of his job. Some were natural exhibitionists only too keen to parade around in very little clothing, others had to be coaxed into posing using his charm, thankfully not many turned him down. Another secret he was keen to keep hidden is that he was having sex with most of the models, whether they were single or not -- he was, after all, a scumbag.
He never made it secret between them although they only knew of the other models when they were photographed -- or occasionally fucked - together. A side-line of Johns was to provide photo portfolios for some of his colleague's come models. Most featured your typical lingerie pictures in various sexy poses although they weren't the full extent of some of the sessions - who am I kidding, most of the sessions - some sessions were downright pornographic, but most subjects didn't disclose that kind of picture to their loved ones.
Andi had attended a number of these sessions, and had been seduced and fucked John on each occasion; she had even confessed to her husband that John had been the photographer. She had only shown him the tasteful pictures but that didn't ease her concerns whether Sam would kick off at having his wife show herself off to another man. Thankfully Sam had previously shared a few beers with John at company functions and took very little persuading that she and John were merely good friends.
At this point, I ought to describe Andi. She's around 5 feet 8, not an ounce of fat on her but with very shapely breasts, butt and thighs -- not large but shapely nonetheless - but it was that smile that often made John stop in his tracks, that and her long dark hair and angelic features that really crowned off the complete package.
Although initially shy in her first shoot, Andi took her lead from John's professionalism. That professionalism ended once she had lowered her panties to the floor and he had attached his enquiring tongue to her clit. Beneath her shy demeanour, Andi turned out to be a bit of a wild cat trying anything and everything that John suggested.
The session invariably followed a common approach. Lots and lots of pictures showing gradually more and more flesh, either John or Andi would start proceedings by dropping to their knees to orally service the other. At some point Andi would declare that she "Needed a cock in her, NOW" and so John would lower himself to lie on the floor reaching out and helping Andi to straddle him. Slowly she would descend, touching her soft warm flesh to the sensitive tip of his dick and she would ever so slowly sink her snug pussy down his length enjoying its steady gradual incursion into her depths where it belonged. She knew it was by far John's favourite position with her and would drive him mental with her slow rise and fall.
Andi would purposely take the longest time. It was perhaps her favourite position also as she was in control. She was under no illusion with herself, sometimes she craved the animalistic pounding she received in the doggy position banging away at her g-spot that would follow but while she was in the driving seat, she took a perverse pleasure from teasing him.
John was busy working at his computer one day when he heard a wrap of knuckles at the door. He looked up quizzically and saw Sam standing at the open door. Greeting him with a smile and "Hey dude".
Sam took a step inside asking "Do you have a minute?".
John was naturally curious as this was a new turn of events for him. All the same, he gestured to a seat on the other side of his desk and said "Of course, come on in. What can I help you with?"
It struck John as even more strange that Sam closed the office door and tentatively took a seat, looking first down at the floor and then up at John asking, "We're friends, right?" John simply nodded and so his visitor went on "I need you to be honest now. Is Andi sneaking around behind my back?". She was, with John, but he was hardly going to confess that until he worked out what Sam knew/suspected.
"Dude, this is your Andi we're talking about, right? She isn't like that. Why do you ask?" John enquired.
