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.
Luckily, it was Randall, and he about choked when he saw Lana. I hurried him in and shut the door, shocked at her. She has Randall's hand in her own, dragging him to the couch. He simply towers over her - by over a foot and a half.
I start to set up my camera equipment, but Lana isn't waiting for me. She has Randall's clothes off, and is on her knees in front of him, his massive cock in her tiny hand already. By the time I'm set up, he's rock hard.
I tell Lana to stand, and face me. She does, and I can't help but pause to admire her beauty.
"Straddle him, and lower yourself slowly."
She does, and soon the massive head of Randall's cock is stretching her bare pussy wide open, as she moans in pleasure.
Slowly, she lowers herself, taking inch after inch after inch, seemingly endessly. Randall's hands are all over her, attacking her tiny, perfect tits.
Finally, Randall's cock is buried inside my wife. I shoot some closeups - the contrast of her milky white skin, light pink and soaking wet pussy, with his thick , dark black cock are amazing. Her moans reach a peak, and her body shakes in her first orgasm of the evening.
I ask her if she's ready.
