It was the afternoon of our photoshoot, when Lana comes up to me looking sad.
"Cliff just called and said he cant make it today."
"I'm sorry, hon. I really wanted to try something fun today."
"Well, I could, you know, invite someone else?" Lana asks, looking up at me hopefully.
Curious, I ask her, "And who do you have in mind?"
Looking nervous, Lana stutters "Well, we could have Randall come over. I mean, he's already been in our pictures once, so it wouldn't be something new." Her look is practically *begging* me.
"Well, I guess that makes sense. Go ahead and call him to see if he can make it."
"I already did. He'll be here in an hour."
That stung, but I let it slide. I had to get Lana in the shower and ready for our photos. Once she was in, I stripped and hopped in behind her, my erection pressing against her perfect little ass.
"Uh uh, you, that's off limits." Lana has almost never refused me sex before, but today was a first. She finished up, leaving me hard, and got dressed.
I say dressed, but that's an overstatement. She slipped on a pair of her sluttiest panties - red lace crotchless panties. Then she walked downstairs.
"Um, aren't you going to get dressed?" I press.
"I am dressed." And that was that.
As I'm following Lana down the stairs, I hear the doorbell. Without hesitation, she walks right to the door, and opens it wide without looking through the peep hole. It's broad fucking daylight, and my topless, slutty panty-clad wife is showing herself to the neighborhood.
