3. In Nancy's Room
When we got to the door of Nancy's room (in truth, our room, but the guys didn't know that), she asked us to wait a minute while she did "some quick picking up" inside. She said she didn't want us to see any mess she might have left before she went uptown earlier.
Actually, I suspected, she wanted to hide any personal items belonging to me that I might've overlooked.
A few seconds later, she opened the door and invited us in. Her new friends filed in ahead of me as Nancy retreated to the bathroom and closed the door. I turned on the television set (for background noise I guess), as the guys sat down to wait for my wife. Wayne and Rich sat down on one of the beds and Danny relaxed in a comfortable recliner. I paced around the room with the camera thinking of possible poses.
We listened to the toilet flushing, then water running in the basin. A few minutes later, Nancy emerged from the bathroom. She looked stunning, almost like a goddess. She'd combed her hair and redone her make-up; best of all, she'd unbuttoned her blouse even lower so that her breasts would be exposed with nearly every move she made.
"Does this make me look a little more like a bad girl?" she asked, thrusting out her chest.
"You look good enough to eat!" exclaimed Wayne. Rich groaned and said, "Damn, you really look good, girl!" Danny just stared at her in silence.
Nancy looked around at us and shrugged. "Well, anybody have any ideas for photos that would really get to my darling cheating husband? Remember, I'm up for almost anything short of actual sex. Just because he went all the way with several whores at work doesn't mean I'm willing to."
"Let's get a shot of you sitting in Danny's lap in the recliner," I suggested. "I bet he'd enjoy that. I mean Danny, not your husband."
Danny laughed nervously behind his beard. "Sure. But my wife better not see the picture." His speech was quite slurred.
Nancy walked over to him and after a warning ("Look out. Here I come!"), let herself tumble backwards over the right arm of the chair (from my angle, viewing the recliner straight on) so that she ended up were her lovely butt on his lap and her bare legs sticking over the side. Most of her upper body lay against the left arm of the chair trapping Danny's right arm beneath it.
Then, reaching up to place her left arm around Danny's neck, she smiled and rolled her upper body toward the camera, which I'd aimed at them while kneeling on the floor a few feet in front of them. I noticed – we all noticed – that as she'd turned her upper body toward us her blouse had fallen completely open.
Her right breast, its pretty light-pink nipple fully erect, was fully on display. I quickly snapped a photo. Then another.
"Oh my God," said Rich, "that's a really beautiful tit!" Danny leaned his neck forward to see what the young surfer-looking guy was referring to.
Nancy, playing dumb or maybe drunk, pretended to be slow on the uptake. Seeing where Rich was looking, she used her right hand to pull the mostly unbuttoned blouse up so it again covered the exposed breast.
"Come on, Nancy!" I exclaimed. "Let's give your husband something to look at. It doesn't matter if we see your tits. We've all seen tits before."
She looked at me for a second before releasing her grip on her blouse so that it again fell open. She smiled at me as I took another shot of her deliberately exposing her right breast to us while sitting in Danny's lap. Danny, meanwhile, looked more and more uncomfortable. Maybe he needed to take a piss.
"Let's see the other one now," said Wayne.
"Yeh, let's see the other one," echoed Rich.
I said, "Maybe, Danny, you can open her blouse for her. Would that be OK with you, Nancy?"
Instead of answering, Nancy whispered something to Danny. After some hesitation, having apparently gotten her consent, Danny used his left hand to slowly lift the part of her blouse that covered her left breast. Soon both pink-tipped breasts were on display. He was very careful not to touch either of them.
Wayne whistled his approval. Rich made a sort of guttural noise.
I, meanwhile, had walked over to the side of the recliner over which Nancy's legs extended. From this perspective I had a different view of her naked breasts and Danny's eyes feasting on them. Better yet, I had a perfect shot between my wife's legs all the way down to her crotch.
Seeing what I was interested in shooting, my wonderful wife greatly improved my view by planting her left foot on the arm of the recliner so that her left knee pointed straight up to the ceiling. Since she'd left her right leg dangling over the side, I could clearly see, and photograph, the wonderful state of affairs between her legs.
While she was in the bathroom she must have loosened and slightly twisted the tiny white panel of her g-string panties. For now, especially in the rather extreme pose she'd assumed, the panel only covered about half of her cunt. One side of her cunt, and most of the pubic hair above and to the side of it, were more or less fully on display. The other side of her cunt was only loosely covered by the panel.
I took five or six shots of this wonderful spectacle.
But I wasn't the only one treated to it. Unnoticed by me, Wayne had stood up and was standing immediately behind me.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "That's something you don't see everyday."
Wayne's comment, or maybe the discomfort of the pose, caused her to lower her left knee so that both of her legs again rested on the side of the recliner. Her legs were still spread far enough apart, though, to provide an only slightly less obscene view. One pink cunt lip was still clearly in view.
Meanwhile, Nancy must have whispered more encouragement to Danny because he began taking further liberties. With his left hand, he was suddenly manipulating first one of my wife's naked breasts then the other. She looked up at me, and Wayne standing behind me, and said (rather breathlessly), "My husband is going to really hate these shots. Imagine! His sweet wife allowing a strange bearded man to play with her tits!"
I managed to get several low-angle shots showing both Nancy's partially exposed cunt and a strange male hand squeezing and caressing her naked breasts.
"Can I have a turn now?" asked Rich, who had stood up and was standing just in front of the recliner. "I'll definitely volunteer to be photographed playing with those tits."
Nancy literally jumped at the offer. Springing up from the recliner and pulling her blouse closed (but still unbuttoned) over her breasts, she said, "You know, I'm not just a pair of tits. [Wayne said, "Amen."] Maybe you can get some shots of Rich and me making out on a bed. I think that would qualify as a compromising situation."
Trying not to sound too enthusiastic, I said, "Sure."
This was starting to get really good! Some shots of Rich, the best-looking of the three guys, necking with my wife on a bed would really "get to" her imaginary husband (supposedly making him jealous or angry) and her real husband (me). But in different ways, of course. Taking the photos and looking at them later wouldn't make me at all angry. I'd feel jealous, of course, but only in the delicious way (that is, mixed with a dollop of shame and immeasurable lust) I always experienced while watching Nancy in action with other guys.
Rich took Nancy by the hand and led her over to the queen-sized bed farthest from the door. I followed them over with the camera. Rich sat her down on the side of the bed and quickly pulled off his muscle shirt. He was a short man (maybe 5' 9"), but he was well-muscled and had a deep tan.
Still standing next to the bed, he removed his shoes so that he was soon wearing only his jeans and a pair of white socks. To make room for him, Nancy kicked off her sandals, crawled across the bed, and lay back with her head on a pillow and her knees drawn up.
Rich threw himself down on the bed next to my wife and immediately rolled his body toward her. She lowered her knees and lay flat on her back as, supporting the weight of his upper body on his right elbow, he leaned down and began kissing her.
The kissing gradually became more intense. Nancy reached up and placed both of her hands behind Rich's neck. He threw his left leg over hers. Nancy began making little groans, little pleasure sounds. Kissing always turns her on.
At first, I wasn't sure what the best shooting angle might be. After experimenting for almost a minute with different perspectives, I finally climbed up on the bed on the opposite side of Nancy and took some nice close-up shots of their kissing. It pained me a little to see how responsive she was to this guy whom she'd just met.
Then, breaking the kiss, Rich used his left hand to pull Nancy's blouse apart and again expose her right breast. My cock beginning to stiffen in my pants, I watched him slide his well-tanned left hand over my wife's pale breast and begin manipulating it. I took three or four photos of him squeezing her breast as he resumed kissing her.
Then he lowered his head down to her exposed breast and began gently sucking its beautiful pink nipple. Nancy groaned and whispered, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Suck it gently like that. Oh, yes."
Crouching next to them on the bed taking photo after photo, I realized that my cock was now fully erect in my pants. But I wasn't the only one getting a hard-on. I got a shot of Rich's cock pressing against the crotch of his jeans.
After almost a full minute of having her right nipple sucked, Nancy exclaimed, "Ow! Not so hard, Rich. That hurt!"