The Photographers Wife

My husband had been shooting professionally for about five years when he secured a photo shoot with a brand-new motorcycle publication about to go into print. As a relatively new photographer to the area, he was taking most any job that he could to make a few bucks and make a name for himself. In a short time, he was doing just that. He had done a few classic car shoots and a few portfolio jobs for some aspiring models. Today's shoot was going to be one of the biggest productions that he had done.

The magazine had made arrangements for two high end motorcycles and three models. The shoot was going to be done in our garage since we didn't have the money at this point for a studio. About an hour before the shoot the girls showed up and were using our bedroom as a makeshift dressing room to change and do make-up. Then about 30 minutes prior to the shoot the bikes showed up. The bike owners and my husband got the bikes set up and the lighting adjusted while the girls finished getting ready. I didn't meddle much in the shoot, I didn't know much about photography, so I stayed in the house and went about my business.

Once the shoot was ready to start, I poked my head out just to see what was going on. The models were absolutely gorgeous; I'm typically not a jealous woman but these girls were on another level. It was a bikini shoot so no one was naked, but the bikinis didn't leave a lot to the imagination. I'm a bisexual woman and these girls even peaked my attention, so I watched for a few minutes and then went back inside. It was a pretty warm day so the two guys that owned the bikes came inside when I did and sat in the living room talking bike stuff and watching TV.

One of the guys was more concerned about his bike so he went back out to watch the shoot and the other stayed inside. Parker started talking to me, making small talk and asked if I was in the shoot also. I'm in my mid 30's and keep in reasonably good shape but I was not even close to being in the same league as these models. I laughed and said no, my husband is the photographer. We talked a little more and he asked why he wasn't shooting me as part of the job.

"You can't be serious," I said.

"Of course I am, you're a very beautiful woman."

I told him thanks but I'm definitely not a model. We continued talking a while longer and he asked about other jobs my husband had done. I told him I could show him some of his work if he wanted to follow me into his office. He did and I pulled up some of his work. There were a few nude images in his portfolio, I knew they were there, but he asked if I got jealous of him taking photos like that. I said no, not really. I was sitting at the desk, and he had put his hand on my shoulder and asked if I was concerned that he might try to have sex with the models. I laughed and told him they would be in for a bit of a disappointment if he did. He looked puzzled and asked why.

"I probably shouldn't say."

"I don't understand," he said.

I looked away from the computer and back at him towering over me, "he's kind of lacking in the manhood department."

He laughed and said, "So you're telling me he has a small dick?"

I started laughing along with Parker.

We continued looking through the portfolio and came across some more nude images that he had done. He put his other hand on my shoulder and started to massage my neck. His hands were large and the way he was able to dig into my shoulders and neck felt hypnotic.

"Your tits are every bit as nice as those girls, he should be including you in the shoot," Parker said.

I looked back at him and said, "How do you know, you haven't seen my tits?"

"No, but I'd sure like too," Parker responded.

The way he was rubbing my shoulders was really getting to me. A guy that I had known for maybe an hour was making me wet and I liked it.

I knew that I shouldn't, but I opened up a file folder with my name on Ryan's computer. I showed him some of the photos that he had taken of me. It was a mixed assortment of photos, but I went straight to one of my favorite topless images and opened it.

"My God girl, those are amazing," he shouted.

I turned around and said, "Shut up! Someone will hear you."

He apologized in a quieter tone. I told him we need to get out of here before someone catches us doing something we shouldn't be doing. I stood up, he put his hands around my waist and said, "I'd really like to see the real thing."

"You can't be serious; my husband is in the garage."

"Yep, and you're in here," he smiled.

I couldn't believe what I was about to do, I lifted my t-shirt and bra and bared my boobs to a complete stranger. My 36c's were on display for a man who was probably 10 years younger than me. I think I caught him off guard because he didn't say a word. I brought my shirt and bra back down and stepped back.

I had crossed the proverbial line and was about to take it a step further.

"Now, let's see yours," I whispered.

"See mine?" Parker replied.

"Yes, you saw me, now I want to see you."

He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and out fell eight inches of thick man meat that blew me away. It took every bit of my personal restraint not to grab him. We have to stop; I thought to myself.

I told him I was going to go check on the photo shoot and left the office.

I went out into the garage to see how the photo shoot was progressing. When I walked out one of the models was bent over Parker's bike in a string bikini. Any other time I would have been looking at her curves just like the guys were, but I couldn't get the image of Parker's cock out of my head. He was at least twice the length of my husband and so thick. All I could think about was what it would feel like to have that cock inside me. I walked back inside the house and found Parker talking with the other bike owner in the living room. As I walked in, I asked Parker to come the office, I needed to show him something. He said he would be right there as I walked towards Ryan's office.

Parker walked in right behind me and asked what I wanted to show him. I closed the door behind him and pushed the lock button. I turned around toward Ryan's desk, bent over and slid my shorts and panties down in one fluid motion.

"You need to fuck me before I change my mind."

Without hesitation, he undid his jeans, took out his cock and placed his hands on my waist. His hands were so big, he was able to pull me back towards him. He lined his stiffening cock up with the wet hole between my legs and slowly pushing in. I gasped as he entered me.

"Is it a little bigger than your used too?" he asked.

"It's a lot bigger than I'm used to," I struggled to reply.

I tried to keep quiet; my husband was in the garage and the other bike owner Josh was just down the hall. Parker took charge and thrust deeper into me than I had felt in more than 6 years. Within minutes I felt an orgasm building that was going to be very hard to keep quiet. I looked back and mouthed that I was about to cum. He upped his pace and jammed his thick cock deeper and deeper into me. There was nothing I could do to postpone it, my pussy exploded with the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I put my hand over my mouth to try and keep anyone from hearing me. I looked back at him and mouthed, "cum in me."

He kept pumping and about three minute later I felt him tense up as he unloaded deep inside me. After he slid out, I turned around and smiled at him. I grabbed his cock because I couldn't resist feeling it. I couldn't even wrap my hand all the way around it. I had no idea what to say. Finally, I told Parker we need to get dressed and go back out there. We got dressed and just as I was about to open the door Parker grabbed me by the arm, pulled me up against him and kissed me full on like I was his wife. I melted in his arms, and I didn't want him to stop. I forced myself to break away and go check on the shoot.

I walked out into the garage and was glad that I did when I did. Ryan and Josh were rolling the bikes out of the garage and the girls had gone into the house to change back into regular clothes. I walked over to Ryan and asked him how it went. He said he thought it was some of his best work. I was happy for him and asked if there was anything I could do to help. He said no, so I went back into the house.

Parker was sitting in the living room; I walked into the kitchen and offered him a water. He followed me to the kitchen and as I bent over to grab the water bottles, he smacked my ass. My pussy was still throbbing from the brief but fulfilling fucking he had just given me.

Not long after we got our water Ryan walked in and told Parker that they had put his bike in the driveway and closed up the garage. I'm not sure where my confidence to push my luck even further came but I went for it. I told my husband that Parker and I had been talking and he had offered to take me for a ride on his bike because I had never been on one. I asked if he minded if I went with him for a little while around town. He said no he didn't care; he was going to sort through the images he had shot during the photo shoot so he would be busy for a while.

Parker looked at me confused because we had not actually had this discussion, but he went along. I grabbed my ID and phone from my purse and put them in my pocket; we both headed for the door. After we got outside Parker looked at me and started laughing, "You're a bad girl and I like it".

I climbed on the bike behind him, wrapped my arms around him and told him, "Take me to your place and finish fucking me."

"You got it.," Parker responded.

We pulled up to a monster of a house and rode into the garage. There were 3 other bikes, a Porsche and a BMW in the garage.

Reality set in that I actually knew nothing about this guy. I've known him for maybe 3 hours; he has fucked me in my own home and now he was about to do it again. I didn't know if he was married or had a girlfriend; I didn't know what he did for work, I didn't even know his last name. I did know that he had changed my life forever and I wanted his cock back inside me and that's all that mattered right now.

Since he only had one helmet with him, he had let me wear it. He helped me take it off and looked at me like I was crazy, frankly at this point maybe I was. I looked up at him and said, "I guess I didn't really ask; do you want to fuck me again?"

He kissed me again and wrapped his arms around me. "I'll take that as a yes."

I dropped to my knees right there in the garage with the door still open and undid his jeans. I pulled out his cock and licked the tip of it. I could taste a mixture of my cum and his still on it from earlier. My pussy was flowing like a river once again as I took his dick into my mouth. I don't think I would ever be able to take it all, but I was doing what I could. I have had a few larger guys before I was married but I think Parker was the thickest I'd ever sucked. His balls matched his dick and were the size of a large eggs. I looked up to see the reaction on his face as I sucked his cock, and he seemed to be enjoying it. He was already hard as a rock and my plan was to keep going until he came. I felt him reach down with both hands and in one sweep he pulled up and my shirt and bra over my head. He pulled me up and started kissing me with a passion that I had been missing. It felt meaningful and made my heart race. He grabbed my tits with his powerful hands and gently squeezed. I could feel the calluses on his hands rub across my nipples. Without looking down he undid my shorts and let them fall the ground. He slid my panties over my hips, and they fell to the garage floor as well. I was standing in his garage completely naked and didn't have a care in the world.

Parker picked me up off the floor and sat me on his workbench. Every woman knows that if you have a man that can handle you like this, it's sexy as hell and one of my biggest turn-on's. I laid back against the wall and he spread my legs wide open. He pauses and was just looking at me. I don't know about all women, but I feel the most vulnerable when I'm naked, on my back and my legs are spread. I looked him straight in the eyes and told him to do whatever he wanted to me. He slid a finger into my pussy and told me that I was tighter than some 20-year old's that he had fucked. It made me feel good, but I also started laughing. He smiled and asked why I was laughing. "Because I've been fucking a small dick for the last 6 years," I said.

He laughed also. He continued to look at me naked and spread on the workbench. That's when he told me he wanted to fuck me right here, but I deserved better than this.

Again, he picked me up, he held me close, and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me inside. He carried me upstairs to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. He slid his hard cock slowly into me. This time I didn't have to be quiet, and I didn't intend to be. His cock was perfect, it was just short of hitting my cervix and thick enough to stretch me to a pleasurable bliss. He picked up momentum and my tits bounced back and forth with his rhythm. I couldn't believe it; he had only been in me a couple of minutes and once again could feel a major orgasm building. His cock was pure heaven. I was breathing so heavy that I could barely talk, but I managed to get out that I was about to cum. He upped the intensity and was giving me everything he had. As I started to cum, I was getting tunnel vision and thought I was going to pass out. This one was even better than the first. He kept pounding me and I could feel he was going to cum also. For the second time today, he filled my pussy. He rolled off me and we both laid on his bed exhausted.

I checked the time on Parker's alarm clock and realized that we had been gone for 90 minutes and still had a 15-minute ride back to my house. I told him we should probably head back soon. He looked at me and said, "You're the boss my dear, you're the only one with restrictions." I realized my clothes were still in the garage downstairs. I got up and ran down the stairs naked. I grabbed my clothes and realized my panties were soaking wet. I was still wet too but I wasn't putting soaking wet panties back on. I came up with an idea, wadded my panties up and threw them on Parker's workbench. This was a two-part strategy; one if he had another woman in his life, she might see them and get mad and leave, the second was that Parker himself would find them in a day or two and would make him think about me.

I took the rest of my clothes and went back upstairs to dress. I told Parker that it would be too noticeable if I took a shower and went home but would he mind if cleaned up my pussy with a washcloth. I was kind of caught off guard by his response but at the same time it made me feel good. He said he would rather send me home full of his cum but if I wanted to wash up, he understood. I told him I'd compromise with him; I'd just clean the outside and leave the cum. He seemed to like it.

After I got dressed, we rode back to my house. About a block away he pulled to the side of the road and helped me off with my helmet. He grabbed my head and kissed me; it almost made me cry how passionate he was but on the other hand he was making me wet again. He said he hoped that we could do this again some time but understood if it couldn't happen. That's when I kissed him and said, "Oh you're going to keep fucking me." He smiled, we exchanged phone numbers, and he dropped me off in the driveway.

When I went inside Ryan was still working on photos in his office. I asked him how it was going; he said he had a lot of editing to do before the magazine went to print in a few days. I told him I would leave him alone so he could work. As I was walking out of the office, I noticed the very spot on his desk where a man that I had only knows for an hour at the time fucked me better than he ever had. I smiled to myself and walked out. I went to our bedroom and started to change for bed when I realized that I didn't have underwear on. I took my shorts off and Parker's cum had leaked from my pussy on the ride home. I threw my clothes in the washer and took a photo of my cum covered pussy to send to Parker. I had never sent a naked photo to anyone in my life before but again I had never fucked another man in my own house with my husband home either. My text read, "Thought you might enjoy that your cum is still leaking out of me. Ryan didn't even notice how long I was gone. I can't wait until you fuck me again."

I climbed into bed in my oversize t-shirt and panties and started to think about the reality of today. If you told me yesterday that today I would cheat on my husband with a man I just met, I would have laughed at you. The more I thought the more I wondered about so many things. Why did I let a man I didn't know fuck me, why did I like it so much, why do I want to do it again?

To be continued...