The Photo Shop Ch 76

The Photo Shop

by Candyman666©

All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 76: An invitation to take another backdoor virginity.

After all the anal activity I had had with Fleur and Zoé, I'd had my fill of it and didn't want anything to do anymore with fucking asses, well, at least for a while anyway, but the woman that walked into my shop a few days later had other plans for me.

"Hello, Lew."

"Oh, Hi, Janet, long time no see, how's life treating you?"

"I can't complain, ever since we met you and had that photoshoot."

"Yes, I heard and saw you with your husband George a few times at the club."

"Man, that was our second revelation after you put our sex life together."

"Yeah, Dawn told me some of it. Was it a big surprise for you when you met her in the club?"

"Yes and no. We believed for a long time that she was still a virgin, but she came clean with us. It's a sad thing that she lost her virginity to this idiot of a French teacher and not to someone that she loved and who adored her."

"Well, that's life for you, but now she loves to play and doesn't have to hide anything anymore from you guys."

"Absolutely, and I'm really happy about that. Now we can speak freely about sex things at the table."

"Excellent. And how is your husband?"

'You mean George?"

"Yes, unless you've traded him in for a younger version."

"Absolutely not! We love each other more than ever before."

"I see a strange expression in your eyes, Janet, which tells me there's a problem."

"Yes...and I don't really know how to approach it."

"Well, I helped you once; maybe I can help you again."

"Oh, Lew, would you?"

"If it's not about money or another demonstration on how to have sex or be tortured in the club, For that, you'd better talk to Jack."

"No, it's not about the club, but it's rather delicate, and I'm afraid you might say no, or worse, laugh at me when I ask."

"It can't be that bad, Janet; come on out with it."

"You promise to not burst out laughing? This is a serious request."

"I promise I won't laugh, Janet, and if I can help, I will certainly do so, so come on out with it; what's the big problem you're struggling with?"

"It's something I've..." and then she stopped talking again, turning redder and redder in the face.

"Come on, Janet, out with it; don't keep me waiting. You're making a suspense film out of it."

By that time, Dawn had walked into the shop.

"Well, have you asked him now, Mom?"

"No, she hasn't, and I have no idea what this is all about or how you are involved in it.

"Oh, for crying out loud. My mother heard that you have taken my anal virginity, and she wants to experience that too, but Dad isn't willing to do it, so I suggested she come and ask you to do it."

"What! Deflower your ass, Janet?"

"You see, Dawn, I knew it; I knew that it was wrong of me to come here and ask Lew such a thing." She turned around and began walking out of the shop.

"No, Janet, don't go; just tell me what brought this on."

Janet slowly turned around again and looked at me with really sad eyes.

"After Dawn told me about her anal defloration, I was a bit jealous and wanted to experience that tremendous feeling she described as well, but George doesn't want to do it. He claims it's unnatural, only done by gay men, and it's dangerous; you can get AIDS from it, aside from the idea that his Willy will be covered in shit."

"And then you thought, OK, George doesn't want to; I'll ask Lew. He'll do that for me, no questions asked."

"No, no..." Dawn interrupted, "It's not like that, Lew; it's something Mom wanted to experience for a long time, but as you heard, Dad is absolutely not willing. He's dead set against it as something unnatural and only for gay men."

"Well, for one thing, he's wrong about that. It existed since the Greek civilization, and it's even sometimes referred to as doing it the Greek way. And second, it can be great fun and very stimulating for both partners. It's part of a trifecta."

Janet looked at me with big eyes. "A trifecta, what the hell is a trifecta?"

"You never heard of it?"

"NO!" both girls responded in unison.

"OK, I think I've done it with you, Dawn. It's when you use all three holes of the female body to deposit your cum in during one session."

"Three holes?" both asked in unison again.

"Come on girls, your mouth, your pussy, and your ass."

"Oh, those three holes."

"What did you think, your ears or your nose?"

"No, no, of course not, but I didn't immediately grasp it."

"OK, now that we've established what we're talking about, there's still the matter of your request."

"Yes, Lew, can you please fuck me in my ass and let me have that experience at least once in my life?"

"NO!"

"See, Dawn, I told you he wouldn't do it. He probably thinks I'm too old or something."

"No, Janet, you are absolutely not too old, and I still think that you are a gorgeous woman...

"You did Dawn," Janet interrupted me.

"Yes, but Dawn is single, and you are married, and I don't fuck married women, front nor back."

"You shagged Hellen from the garage, or so the rumor goes."

"I would like to contradict you here, Janet. I did not have sex with that woman!"

"Yes, and that's what Bill said about his relationship with Monica as well. Can't you make an exception for me, Lew? I'll pay you handsomely."

"If money isn't a problem, maybe you should ask a gigolo, then. I'm sure you'll find a few on the internet willing to perform the deed."

"I only want to do it with a person I trust 100% and who I know up front is going to be gentle and caring...and I want a naked cock in my ass, not one in a condom. I want the full experience, cum in my ass and all."

"Does George know that you're here to ask me to do this for you?"

"Yes."

I looked at Dawn, and she nodded her head.

"OK, I'll consider it..." Janet jumped in my arms and started hugging me.

"Hold on, Janet, I said I'll consider it on one condition: you come back with George, and he confirms that he's on board with this, and it's a one-time deal only, and yes, it's gonna cost you."

"Name your price, Lew. I'll pay it gladly."

"I don't want any money. I want it to be a romantic evening for you, so you're going to take me to dinner at the Deer Hunter, and I don't want anybody around when we do it."

"Why? Do you think that George would like to watch?"

"I wouldn't put it past him to insist on that."

"Don't worry, Lew," said Dawn. "I'll make sure Daddy isn't around. I'll ask him to take me to the club that evening. He won't mind; I guess he would even like that very much."

"So you're willing to have yourself tortured by your Dad in order for your Mom to have her anal virginity taken?"

"YES!"

"My God, Janet, count your blessings that you have such a fantastic daughter, willing to be flogged, tied and God knows what more so that her mother can have some extracurricular carnal fun."

"I know, Lew, and I love her for it. When do you want me to bring George here to confirm that he's OK with me doing this with you?"

"Anytime you like."

"How about tonight?"

"OK, what time will you be here?"

"No, no, please come to dinner at our house; we can discuss it then. Is seven OK for you, or is that too early or too late?"

"Seven is fine. Will Dawn be there as well?"

"Absolutely, Lew, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I absolutely wanna see Dad's face when Mom pops that question."

"OK, see you tonight then."

"Thanks, Lew. I'll be forever in your debt."

"Let's first see how George reacts to this weird request."

"Don't you worry, I know how to manipulate my husband...and so does Dawn for that matter, don't you, dear?"

"No comment, mother."

Upon those dubious words, both women walked out of the shop, leaving me a bit flabbergasted. I had heard that Janet wanted me to take her anal virginity a couple of times, but I never thought for a second that she would actually come and ask me in person. I really thought that George would have taken care of that craving already months ago, but, although he relaxed and opened up to a whole bunch of my suggestions to improve his and his wife's sex life, he clearly still had some hang-ups.

I wondered what will happen if we actually go through with this, and Janet absolutely loves the experience. What is George's reaction going to be if she asks him to do it with her as well? I had no intention of being called upon to fuck Janet's ass continuously. She'll have to find another solution or convince George to have a go at it anyway. I'm sure that when he tries it once, he'll become a lover of the female backdoor. We'll see. I only hope I won't end the evening with a black eye or a bloody nose. After all, George is rather irascible, as he showed during the first photoshoot when I pointed out that he was actually legally raping his wife instead of making love to her.

To be honest, I was a bit nervous about the whole thing. Asking a man to shag his wife--well, technically I wasn't going to ask him; it will be his wife asking him to allow me to shag her in the ass. But still, he might jump to the conclusion I was the one coercing her to let me do it. I sure hope she has briefed him that I was not the demanding party for these anal festivities.

That evening at Seven, I rang the bell, and five seconds later, George opened the door.

"Hello Lew, welcome to our home. Come on in; let me take your coat. I must say, I'm glad that Janet finally convinced you to pay us a visit. After all, you are a friend of the family, photographing us and also our daughter Dawn, both in the studio and at the club."

That was at least a bit reassuring. He didn't immediately punch me in the nose when I arrived, so maybe everything will work out fine.

When I walked through the door, George pointed me to the living room. Cozy. You could immediately see that this room was lived in. It contained some nice modern furniture in light oak wood, something I like very much. Some people have furniture in this dark oak, looking like something from the Middle Ages, and fake antiques--now that's something I abhor.

"Hi, Lew," Janet and Dawn shouted together from the open-plan kitchen.

They looked stunning, both wearing an apron with nearly nothing underneath. Is this a sign that the evening is going to end with some sex games, or was it meant to get George in the mood to agree to what Janet had in mind? I could only guess. It definitely put me in the mood, though.

"You see, Lew, we have learned from your lessons, and the girls want to give you something to look at just in case you don't like their cooking."

"Going by the various aromas I detect, I guess the cooking is going to be great," I replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah, my Janet is a great cook, and she taught our daughter well in that respect as well. But hey, how about a glass of Champers to start your journey through Janet and Dawn's culinary delights?"

"Sounds great, George."

"I hope you didn't drive here?"

"No, I didn't, so I can have a glass."

"You won't be having one glass, Lew; we've got some great wines to go with the food, and I happen to know you are a wine expert."

"No, absolutely not, George; I would rather refer to myself as a wine lover. I'm far from an expert. Some of the wines I like very much would make the real experts shiver."

"Oh, yeah, which wine might that be?"

"California White Zinfandel, a semi-sweet rosé wine I discovered going on this cruise with Grace. The expert would refer to it as lemonade, but hey, I like it."

"Is it something you would recommend?"

"I never recommend wines to anybody. What I like, you might abhor or vice versa. You know, George, there are three things I never discuss with anyone."

"Oh? What might those be?"

"Colors, tastes and women."

"The first two I can relate to. The third, I'm not so sure. I love to chat about women."

"Yes, me too, but I mean compare women. Take, for example, Janet and Dawn. Which of the two is the prettiest?"

"Eh, yes, you got me there. That's a tough one, especially with both of them in the room."

"It's not that, though. They both have their charms, and when you were young, I could imagine you would prefer Dawn, but think about what you would all miss, not taking another look at Janet."

"Yes, I see your point. They're both fantastic in their own way."

"Yes indeed, it's like discussing boobs. Now take our two beautiful women here. Dawn has perky smaller ones, and Janet has some serious melons. Now, be honest, which would you prefer? Forget for a minute that Dawn is your daughter."

"I do love to play with Janet's, but I must admit that I love to look at Dawn's, especially when she parades them on the beach going topless."

"You see, George, it would be a discussion with no ending, not any conclusion. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

We heard from the kitchen, "When you two horny lechers have finished discussing our tits, why don't you take a seat at the table so we can serve the appetizer?"

"Sorry, Janet."

"Yes, sorry, darling, we'll discuss your lovely ass when you return to the kitchen and show it to us as you're leaving," George replied with a wink in my direction.

"Yes, maybe we'll discuss my ass a bit later if you don't mind," Janet replied.

I looked at George for any reaction, but the only thing he did was chuckle. He clearly had no idea about the purpose of this evening's festivities.

Janet had pulled out all the registers; she served each of us six escargots à la Bourguignon drowned in garlic butter. It was accompanied by finger-sized toasted bread slices, handy to soak up the butter and put it safely in your mouth. As all four of us had the garlic butter, nobody cared about garlic breath.

"These are lovely, Janet; where did you get them?"

"In the kitchen."

"No, I mean which shop?"

"I made them myself."

"You mean from scratch?"

"Yes, I always do; I buy the snails, cook them myself, and prepare the butter sauce also, all from fresh ingredients."

"Can I order some of you when I have a dinner party? These are superb."

"Sorry, but if you want to eat these, you'll have to wait for another dinner invitation."

"What do I have to do to get such an invitation?"

"We'll come to that later, Lew; just wait and see," she said with a wink.

I think I got the idea. She was slowly but surely preparing George for the big question, I must say, in a very subtle way. Well, it's her problem, so I'll just enjoy the food.

The next course was also superb in its simplicity. A creamy mushroom soup was ladled onto my plate. I had no idea that Janet was such a good cook; she could even compete with the chef from the Deer Hunter, I would say. Maybe I was wrong in asking for her to pay for dinner in that place as compensation for taking her... well, you know what.

So we had an appetizer, we had soup, and the next thing should be the main course, and I was really looking forward to what she was going to put on the table, and when she was going to pop the question, before or after dessert.

But back to this culinary festival. We didn't get a main course yet, but pan-fried chicken livers served with a subtle sweet onion confit, just the way the big chefs would serve Foie gras. Again, I asked her if she prepared everything herself, which she confirmed, down to the onion confit. The only thing she didn't bake herself was the toasted raisin bread she served with the meat. I can tell you the livers could compete with the real stuff, which, despite the shoddy ethics of the way the ducks are fed, is still one of my most favored dishes. Chicken livers are of course, a lot cheaper, and I guess it would be difficult for a private person to buy a real fresh Foie gras. They're all bought by fancy, expensive restaurants.

All dishes were served with an appropriate wine, so I was curious who had chosen the different wines, and again I was surprised. It turned out to be Dawn. She confessed she had taken several sommelier courses during her school vacations and had even once worked at a winery in South Africa, of all places. That girl will never cease to surprise me.

Up till now, I had tasted a dry white wine with the escargots and the soup, while the liver dish was accompanied by a sweet Sauternes as it would be with the real stuff.

Finally, Janet brought the main course, again nothing fancy, a classic I like very much as well, and from George's reaction he did too. Vol-AU-vent with croquettes--tender chunks of chicken meat accompanied by tiny meatballs doused in a creamy mushroom sauce served in a puff pastry, which she confessed to having also bought at the local bakery. Again, they surprised me with a red Burgundy, which is rather uncommon to be served with white meat, but very nice indeed.

Somehow I could feel the tension mounting. Janet clearly became more and more nervous as we approached the last course, dessert. She had obviously talked to people I know as she served my favorite, a Dame Blanche, with real hot chocolate sauce and loads of whipped cream. To do so, she had removed her apron and approached the table topless. Well, not completely topless. She had adorned her nipples with a tuft of whipped cream. I saw George's eyes become twice their normal size.

"Janet, what are you doing?

"Just trying to get both of you guys in the mood."

"In the mood for what exactly, do you want us to have sex in front of Lew again to show him what we have learned since the photoshoot and us joining the club in his basement?"

"Yes and no. I was hoping that with the help of Lew, I could entice you to take my final virginity..."

"God, woman, how many times do I have to spell it out to you? I will not fuck your ass. It's dirty, it's depraved, it's unnatural, it's unhealthy, it's for queers."

"If I may, George?" I interrupted.

"What? Do you agree with what she asks me to do?"

"Not only can I relate to her request, but I also disagree with your opinion on the subject. It's not unnatural; it's just another very sensitive hole in a woman's body. It was common practice in Ancient Greece; that's why it's referred to as the Greek way. As for it being unhealthy, I presume you refer to the many cases of AIDS that occurred in the gay community?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well, let me put you straight there as well. It has nothing to do with the bodily cavity you enter, but more with all the different cavities you enter. If you only do it with the person you always have unprotected sex with, there's no danger of getting infected."

"OK, maybe you're right, but I still find it rather dirty. Your dick covered in poop, come on, Lew."

"Again, I need to contradict you, my friend. When a woman wants anal sex, she will definitely make sure she's squeaky clean back there."

"I still don't like it. What do you think, Dawn?" he said, pulling his daughter into the conversation, probably hoping to get some support from her side. He would quickly find out how wrong that was.

"Come on, Dad, it's a great feeling, for the man as well as for the woman."

"And how would you know?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, don't tell me you've been fucked in the ass?"

"Yes, I have."

"By whom?"

At this point, I must admit my face turned bright red, and I swallowed a few times, stealthily making NO signs with my head to Dawn. But Dawn, being Dawn, once she's launched, she goes straight for the jugular.