I'd met Roger at a photographic society meeting. Well, not met him exactly, in fact he'd approached me after one of the meetings and asked if I'd like to do some private shots. I'd been doing a bit of modelling at a few of these meetings to make some extra money for my trip round Europe, a study of the male form they apparently called it. I was a bit suspicious at first as I thought he may be getting a bit fresh, but he quickly assured me that it was nothing like that and that he wanted me to pose with his wife while he took some shots. I was a bit dubious and still didn't trust him but when he offered me twice what I was getting for the usual modelling I just couldn't turn it down and we agreed I'd visit the following Friday night. I meanwhile reassured myself that if he did try anything on I'd plant him and still take the money.
So anyway Friday night arrived and I made my way across town to his place, very nice it was too in a posh area of town, and knocked at the door. Roger answered it, a big grin spreading across his face when he saw me, "So glad you could make it," he said, "Please come in, Stephanie's dying to meet you." I followed him through to the sitting room and there standing by the fireplace was Stephanie, she was nothing like I expected. Roger was in his early forties and was no oil painting and I was half expecting his wife to be of the same ilk. I thought I'd just get through it by thinking of the money but Stephanie however was nothing like her husband, fortunately for me.
She was probably late thirties, slim, with dark shoulder length hair, she was much better looking than I expected and it briefly crossed my mind as to what she was doing with Roger. She stepped across to meet me shook my hand, kissed my cheek and offered to get me a drink. I accepted, thinking it would help calm my nerves a bit. She brought it to me and then disappeared upstairs, "I'll just go and get ready" she said as she left. What for, I wondered. While she was gone Roger explained that the thought of seeing his wife with another bloke had always turned him on and he thought that this was a good way of achieving his fantasies.
Takes all sorts, I pondered to myself. He explained he just wanted to do a couple of rolls of film to see how things went and we'd take it from there. Just as I finished my drink Stephanie called from the top of the stairs that she was ready and with a little excitement and some trepidation I made my way up the stairs. Roger said he'd be up in a few minutes, he'd let me get ready and get more acquainted with Stephanie first while he got his camera gear ready.
When I reached the top of the stairs I heard her call me into the main bedroom at the end of the landing and I entered nervously. She was sitting at her dressing table as I entered but rose to meet me. She had changed her clothes and now wore a white silk dressing gown, what was underneath I could not tell as yet. "Don't be shy" she said taking me by the hand and leading me over to the side of the bed. "Here let me help you get out of these things so we can get started. I'm so pleased you came, you are as good looking as Roger said." I blushed and she began to unbutton my shirt. Once removed she ran her hands across my chest and shoulders and sighed admirably, "This is going to be even better than I thought" she said.
She proceeded to unbuckle my belt and undid my pants and slid them over my hips so they fell to my feet. I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled my pants free and threw them to one side. I stood in front of Stephanie now dressed in just my shorts and she looked me up and down and smiled, "My word, you look even better than you do in Roger's photo's" she commented. "You mean you've seen the photo's?" I asked. "Oh yes, whose idea do you think it was to invite you?"
"Well I presumed it was Roger's"
"Roger has always wanted to watch me with another man but I was never too keen. But when he showed me your photo's I thought yes why not. I've got a secret thing about younger, athletic men but I've never told Roger and I thought this would be an ideal opportunity to fulfill my secret yearning. But the good thing is I'd be doing it with Roger's full approval as well and he wouldn't even realise."
"Very clever."
"Yes, I thought so too." She stepped forward so she came in close proximity to me and I could feel her breath on my chest and she ran her hands down my sides until they reached my shorts. She looked up to me and we both bent forward and began to kiss. It started off a little tentative but soon developed into quite a passionate embrace and I began to feel myself stiffen in my shorts. Stephanie giggled as it pushed into her side as we embraced, "Mmm, I can tell you're going to look good in the photo's" she teased. She broke off, stepped back and undid the tie on her dressing down. I let out low whistle as she slowly pulled it open and stood there before me clad underneath her wrap in white lace basque, briefs stockings and suspenders. "Jeez, you look fabulous" I said. "You'd better be careful, flattery will get you everywhere if you're not careful."
"I only hope it does" I replied. We heard Roger coming up the stairs and she covered herself up again for the time being. "Hope you two are getting on ok?" he asked as he came into the bedroom carrying his camera. "Oh I think we're going to be just fine, don't you Steve?" she responded. "Yes I think so" I replied. "Good, good," said Roger "It makes it so much easier for me when your subjects get on well. So why don't we get started then."
"My sentiments exactly" said Stephanie, she pushed me onto the bed then stood in front of me and undid her gown again. However she removed it this time and I looked her up and down once more. I heard Roger's camera click and suddenly became very self-conscious. "Well , what do you think of her?" asked Roger. "She.. she's lovely" I answered, still a little overawed by the unusual situation I now found myself in. "Yes, I think so too." Stephanie giggled and sat down next to me on the bed, "Alright then Roger tell us what you'd like us to do" she said. "Ok, if you could kiss first" he instructed. Stephanie leaned over and our lips met and we kissed, Roger began to click away again and her hands started to stroke their way over my body. "Yes that's good, Stephanie. Now you do the same Steve."
Hesitantly my hands began to find their way around her smooth lace clad body. "That's it Steve, don't be afraid, I'm not worried your with my wife so don't you be either." I took him by his word and more confidently began to stroke Stephanie's lovely curves as she sighed appreciatively. This was completely different to the usual modelling, there I could just switch off and not think about the situation but this was so much more intimate. I was starting to enjoy it a bit now though. "That's great" said Roger "Now Stephanie, if you could uncup your breasts and Steve if you could fondle them." We both did as instructed and I started to fondle and lick her stiffening nipples. Stephanie threw back her head and moaned slightly, playing up to the camera.
"Wonderful" said Roger from the corner. "Now Steph, kneel up and let Steve remove your panties." She knelt before me on the bed and I ran my hands over her smooth bottom before very slowly pulling down her panties to reveal her glistening pussy. I'd now decided that I was going to make as much of this opportunity as I could and was determined to give Stephanie as much pleasure as possible as well so that her fantasy was more than fulfilled too. Roger seemed to be getting more and more excited by the scene that was unfolding before his lens and he snapped away happily. I in the meantime was getting more excited myself and with my inhibitions starting to wane there was nothing I could do to prevent myself from becoming hard.
I pulled Steph's briefs completely off and as she looked round to me and the camera I brushed her pussy lightly with my fingertips. She gasped in anticipation and Roger urged me on. "Go on Steve, put them in." Slowly I slid first one finger, then two inside her velvet depths and Stephanie moaned out loud as I did so. I fingered her briefly while Roger got his shots in and Stephanie pushed her hips back onto my exploring fingers.
"Ok, Steph, turn over, and Steve you pretend to lick her out." Whether Roger liked it or not there was no way I was going to pretend. Stephanie turned over and lay before me, her legs spread wide in readiness as she lay there smiling at me. We both knew what was going to happen, even if Roger didn't realise. Roger came in close for a couple of shots while I looked like I was about to lick Stephanie, my tongue hovering tantalisingly close to her sweet smelling labia. Then as he pulled back for some wider shots behind me where he couldn't see what was going on I stuck my tongue right in. Stephanie gasped out and pretended to play up to the camera as Roger became more and more excited at the quality of the shots he was getting. Licking quickly at her insides and deftly flicking her clitoris with my tongue Stephanie cried out and came almost immediately, obviously extremely turned on by the situation she found herself in.
"Ok Steve now it's your turn. Steph, take off his shorts and grab hold of him."
