Lana and I didn't really talk about what happened that last night at Cliff & Raquel's. Before that, we were only after photos. But that time, we were after sex, and it was different. But we silently decided to blame it on the alcohol and pretend it wasn't a thing.
We did keep up with our weekly photoshoots, though. Once a week, Cliff would visit for a bit, and we would take some hot photos. It had just become a thing that we did, and it was great.
So, anyway.
We're in the midst of the latest session, and Lana is currently sitting on Cliff's lap, slowly riding him. I'm snapping photos like crazy, getting some really great shots. She's positively dripping and obviously having a great time.
"Let's try something a little different this time."
Lana stops moving on top of Cliff and half turns to face me.
"Lana, go ahead and hop off for a minute."
She winces and sighs softly, but immediately does as she's told. I direct her to the floor and tell her to get on her hands and knees. Suddenly, she's all smiles again. Doggy style has been our favorite position for years and years. It lets me go in deeper, and she just loves the "slutty" feeling of it, not to mention the deep spots I hit.
"Cliff, come down and get behind Lana."
Seconds later, Cliff is entering my wife from behind, and she's moaning, and not very quietly. As he presses deeper inside, she cries out.
"Oh God Cliff you're so big. You're going so deep." She manages in between moans.
A deep pang of pain strikes me in the heart. She'd never really put it like that before. But Cliff is fucking her properly, and she's moaning like a slut. My wife.