This is a shared collaboration between Clohi and Irish Moss.
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Pete wasn't surprised to see a message from Rhonda in his email inbox. She was more a friend of his wife, but she still would send him the occasional humorous message. He smiled at the double entendre of the subject line "Need your input" as he clicked to open it.
"Hey Pete, I had these pictures taken as a surprise for Russ, but before I give them to him, I was hoping you could give me your feedback on the quality. I'd hate to give him something that wasn't of high standards and I value your opinion. Thanks. Love, Rhonda"
As Pete scrolled down to view the photos embedded in the email, his eyes got wide and his dick got hard. He would probably consider Rhonda to be the hottest of his wife's friends, in part because once she became a mom, she didn't start looking the part. She still maintained her trim figure and never dressed to conceal her substantial bosoms. She didn't dress like a tramp, but she didn't dress dowdy, either. In the pictures Pete was viewing on his computer screen, Rhonda was dressed neither dowdy nor provocatively; she wasn't dressed at all.
He recognized the background as being in Rhonda and Russ's bedroom and it looked to his untrained eye as though she'd taken the pictures herself with the self-timer on her digital camera. The pictures were outstanding. His eyes explored every square inch of her flesh as he went back and forth between the six pictures she'd attached. Her boobs were big with large, pink aureoles and topped with hard nipples. Her stomach was flat and her waist was narrow. Her legs were long and thin. Her pussy was topped with just a narrow strip of well-groomed fur that matched the color of her long hair spilling over her shoulders. Below her trim bush, her lips were free of hair.
It was a good thing that Pete was home alone, because he couldn't resist unzipping his jeans and pulling out his hard, throbbing tool. As he stroked it in his hand, he continued to look over the pictures and the various poses Rhonda was striking: long legs stretched out, legs spread wide, on all-fours with her big breasts hanging. Before he knew it, he was spewing all over his fist. He cleaned himself up, saved the pictures to a safe location and typed an immediate reply to Rhonda.
"Rhonda, I enjoyed the pictures you sent. In fact, I just had to clean up the mess I made as a result of viewing them. I strongly suspect that you did not send me these to get my opinion on the quality of the photos, but on the quality of the subject of the photos. My opinion is that the subject is outstanding and I would like to see more of it. Discretion, of course, is paramount, but I am assuming that you have given this some thought, so please let me know what you would like the next step to be. Pete"
Rhonda read over Pete's email again, a slight smile curving her lips. She'd been thinking about doing this for so long but had just recently worked up the nerve. It wasn't that she didn't love her husband. She did. It was more than she needed a little more attention, excitement. She'd watched Pete for years. His wife, Melanie, had talked to her on more than one occasion about how good Pete was in bed. It had made her wet to listen to Melanie go on about how hung he was, how good he was with his tongue. So, Rhonda had taken matters into her own hands. Sending Pete pictures of herself had been a big step. Now he was rising to the challenge.
Rhonda thought about what the next step could be. What it should be. Russ was away for the weekend at a meeting. The kids were all staying at friends. She was alone. Setting up her digital camera in the kitchen, Rhonda decided to step things up a bit. Slipping her clothes off, she tied her apron into place. It barely covered her massive tits. Her nipples peaked out the sides, hard and erect. Setting the timer on the camera, Rhonda struck her poses.
Picture 1 - Sitting on the counter, her legs spread wide, her apron hanging down to just cover her lower stomach. The top of the apron snug between her breasts.
Picture 2 - Sitting on the counter, one leg up on the edge, opening her pussy wide. A body of honey dripping down over her wet pussy. Her fingers dipping inside herself.
Picture 3 - Bending over a kitchen chair, the apron hanging off her neck, her tits hanging down. Reaching under herself, a large black dildo filling her pussy.
Picture 4 - Her mouth closed tight around the black dildo, sucking hard as she played with her nipples.
Sitting at her computer, her email to Pete was straight to the point:
"Pete, You're right. It wasn't just the quality of the photos themselves. But what you thought of the subject. I want you to taste the honey on my lips. I want you to fill my pussy instead of my toy. I want to suck you instead of my black dildo. If you want that too, meet me Friday afternoon. I'm wet just thinking about it. Rhonda"
Pete was glad he had locked the office door before he booted up the computer to "take care of a few things for work." His rigid tool was in his fist again as he looked over the newest pictures Rhonda had sent. From the sound of her email, he felt pretty confident that his desire to take her in her kitchen while she wore that apron would not be left unfulfilled. Before he came, he paused and downloaded her new pictures to the same directory as the first batch, then set them up in a continuously looping slide show. He leaned back in the desk chair, fisting his cock and massaging his balls.
He stroked slowly as he watched each image fill his computer screen, thinking about something different as each one appeared: fucking her big tits, licking the nectar from between her smooth pussy lips, running his tongue in circles around her large aureoles, taking her from behind, his cock slipping into her just below the smooth, round curve of her sweet ass, maybe even slipping into that ass, as well. As he thought about how her lips would feel sliding up and down his tool, as they were on her black dildo, he was done and began spewing a creamy stream all over his hands, his stomach and his balls.
