She didn’t use her power over him as a club. Rather, she preferred to provide him inspiration, encouragement, and gentle guidance. It was her job to civilize him.
Todd knew she loved who he was. She could see the golden nugget that he was underneath the debris of impulse that could clutter him if she let it. He was aware that she brought out the best in him.
Then there was the sex. Not merely an automaton of urges, Todd was considerate, caring, gentle, and devoted. She ached for his touch and yearned to fire his desire. She loved how he could devour her, absorb her, and stimulate her in so many ways. She liked the variety of his moods and delighted in being able to guide his behavior through her own dress, attitude, and conduct. She could elicit the devouring beast or tender lover based on what she wore, how she spoke to him, or the turn of her head. She could tease him into a frenzy of passion or lure him into a state of near submissiveness, and the variety of conditions between those two extremes.
Todd adored her. Lena Keeler made his life interesting, exciting, and exhilarating. The games they played with each other were void of the usual tests of devotion and commitment. There was no need. The games the Keelers played were open, honest, and designed for the entertainment of both. Not only were they husband and wife, lovers, and partners. Todd and Lena were best of friends.
Their friends and acquaintances were many and varied. Todd enjoyed the idea that most of the men they knew were crazy about Lena. She was statuesque, had a terrific body, a figure models would envy, and a bright, bubbly personality. She loved to wear stiletto heels to accentuate her legs and backside, and she drove the guys wild.
The women in their circle universally agreed that Todd was a hunk. Lena kept a sharp eye on them, recognizing that Todd had a low level of resistance to feminine charms. She loved to tease him. One of her favorite gambits was to slide up behind Todd when she perceived one of the women tempting him. She’d crush herself into his back, press her lips against his ear and whisper, “She wants to fuck you, darling. Are you feeling lucky?” Invariably, he would excuse himself from the conversation, turn to his wife, give her one of his most ingenuous grins, and reply, “Lucky I belong to you.”
It was a bright, sunshiny, Saturday morning in May when Todd and Lena were enjoying their leisurely cup of coffee at the small table in their breakfast nook. They both slept nude, but once they got up, Lena would slide into a thin, white shift that came down to mid-thigh. Todd slipped on a pair of shorts before they met in the kitchen. Todd loved Lena’s shift because it clung to her in all the right places and allowed the tempting glimpse of her darkened areola beneath the fabric.
“Did you hear that Rene Sheffield and Rodney Stachell are having a fling?” he asked her.
“I did hear that,” Lena replied. “What do you think?”
“Well, Melanie was wondering if Steve was doing Rodney’s wife. What’s her name?”
“Stephanie,” she told him. “So, you and Melanie were talking about it.”
“Well, kind of,” he admitted. “But only in a secondary way.”
“I think it excites her.”
“Why?”
“Because, my darling, if Stephanie is screwing Steve, and Rodney is doing Rene, Melanie might think Todd would fuck her if she could figure out how to get Lena hooked up with Michael.”
“You think that?”
“Darling, it’s so obvious that she wants you.”
“She does have lovely dark hair.”
“And, you have a birthday coming up,” Lena teased.
“What does that mean?”
“Maybe I’ll let you have Melanie for your birthday.”
“Well, I don’t want Melanie for my birthday.”
“You just don’t want me screwing Michael.”
“If you want to screw Michael you don’t have to wait for my birthday.”
“Why, thank you, darling,” she said. “And who do you want?”
“Just you,” he responded with finality.
“You want me for your birthday?”
“For my birthday,” he said, “and every other day.”
“Today?”
“Absolutely today.”
“Right now?”
He nodded. “Right now, this afternoon, and later tonight.”
“My, my!” she said. “I think Melanie got your T levels up last night.”
He shook his head. “It’s all you, darling. You and your little white shift.”
Lena had already made plans for Todd’s birthday. He’d said he wanted her, so she planned to give him an album of glamour photos which were to be taken over the course of the following week. It was to be a surprise, though, so she hadn’t mentioned the appointment with the photographer to Todd. She had, however, already begun to collect the wardrobe of skimpy and revealing outfits she planned to wear.
The photographer came highly recommended by none other than the object of their conversation, Melanie Carson. She had used him in the production of a similar book for her husband, Michael.
“You were pleased?” Lena asked her when Melanie volunteered the information.
“More than pleased,” Melanie laughed. “Delighted? Yes, delighted.”
“And Michael’s reaction?” Lena probed.
“Oh, he was delighted, too. He liked the pictures as well.”
The photographer was Gary Murdock. His studio was in a brownstone just off the main street in town. Lena met with him to arrange the shoot. She managed to peruse some of the demo shots he’d mounted in his small waiting room. Each was tantalizing without being obtuse. The curve of a breast, not completely revealed rivaled a shadowed black and white of a hand just resting on a naked hip. Lena’s favorite, though, was the photo of the blonde whose hair draped across her shoulder and down to obscure her right breast which would have been revealed by the torn tank-top. The remnant covered her other breast but showed the protrusion of an erect nipple.
“You’re Lena,” he said, his voice a rich baritone that made her feel awash in a warm bath. She extended her hand. Murdock grasped it between both of his and looked straight into her eyes. She could see dark flecks in the green of his irises.
“Mr. Murdock,” she responded.
“Please, call me Gary,” he insisted.
“Gary,” she said, feeling the warmth of his hands as they continued to hold hers.
“So,” he said, turning slightly to lead her to the desk where his appointment calendar covered the top. “Glamour shots for you?”
“For my husband,” she said. “His birthday is coming up in about six weeks.”
“Ah, excellent. Should be no problem. Let’s see when we can start our sessions.”
“More than one?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes, yes,” he said. “The first is sort of an orientation to allow you to become comfortable with the conditions, lighting, and so forth. You will be much more comfortable for the second session and the photos are usually much better.”
“We can do a Tuesday and Thursday next week, if you like. Seven to ten in the evening?”
“In the evening?” she repeated. “Can I ask why?”
“Certainly. It will be similar to preparing for a date. My assistant, Caitlyn, will be here to help you with make-up, hair, and wardrobe. The psychological resemblance to an evening of sultry desire and allure will come through in the photos.”
“Tuesday and Thursday evenings will be fine,” Lena told him.
“Excellent! Now, I’ll need you to bring your wardrobe. You select the items that you think will be the sexiest for your husband. We recommend at least one formal gown, two or three simple outfits, and, of course, three sets of scandalous underthings, stockings, heels, and one or two nighties. Caitlyn is very good at selecting the items that will make you appear the most glamorous.”
“Anything else?”
“Just one more thing. If you have a snapshot of your husband?”
“Yes, but why…?”
“It helps me to see you through his eyes. This is art, my dear. Seeing him helps me connect to him and view our photos as though he were here.”
“All right,” Lena said. “And payment is due on delivery?”
“Quite right,” he said. “But let’s not think about that. We are going to make beautiful photographs together. Let’s just keep our focus there.”
Lena made an appointment to have her hair washed and styled late Tuesday afternoon. She selected a small array of makeup items, mascara, liner, blush, and eye shadow to take with her. She arrived at the brownstone at 6:45 and rang the bell.
“Come in,” Murdock told her. “Your hair looks wonderful. I see you’ve got your wardrobe. Excellent! Come this way.”
“I know I’m a little early,” she said.
“No, it’s good,” Murdock told her, leading her back through the waiting lounge and into the studio. “The dressing room, complete with makeup table, is through that curtain. I’ll have Caitlyn see to you shortly.”
Lena was surprised at the amount of light in the curtained room. She was dazzled. There seemed to be mirrors everywhere and all of them outlined with bulbs. She found a small rack on which to hang her wardrobe.
“Mrs. Keeler?” the soft voice came from outside the curtain. “May I come in?”
“You must be Caitlyn,” Lena said, turning toward the opening. “Please. I’m Lena.”
Caitlyn was the blonde she’d seen in the photo hanging in the lobby. Lena smiled broadly. “You’re even more beautiful in person than in your photo,” she said.
“Hush,” Caitlyn said, putting a finger to her lips. “Don’t let Gary hear that. He thinks his photos make us more attractive than we are in person.”
“The secret is safe with me,” Lena said in a low voice.
“Have you ever done something like this before? You look like a model.”
“No,” she said laughing. “But thank you for the compliment.”
“You’ve had your hair done,” Caitlyn observed. “It looks nice.”
“Thanks,” Lena replied. “So, tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
“Well, first, let’s work on your makeup. We’ll just do some highlights, darken the cheeks a bit to show some contour. We won’t need the false eyelashes. Yours are wonderfully full and shaped. So, if you would, remove your dress and put on one of these robes so we don’t ruin your clothes.”
Caitlyn helped her shrug out of the simple dress she’d worn and handed her the full, terrycloth robe. She invited her to sit in one of the chairs in front of the makeup table.
“I’m really getting excited about this,” Lena admitted. “My heart is beating a mile a minute.”
Caitlyn smiled.
“I guess you’ve seen this before,” Lena said.
“Lots of times. But I think you’re going to be much easier to work with than some of the other ladies who have done this. You’re so gorgeous to start with.”
“You’re so sweet,” Lena replied.
“Do you have the picture Gary asked you to bring?”
“Oh, yes. It’s here in my purse.” Lena reached into the tote and pulled out the photo.
“He’s very attractive,” Caitlyn told her. “You’re a perfect couple.” She took the photo and slid it behind one of the catches holding the mirror to the wall. “Let’s just put him here so he can watch you getting ready.”
It only took Caitlyn about ten minutes to modify Lena’s makeup. She darkened her eyebrows, put rouge on her cheeks, applied more mascara and darkened the liner above her eyes. The final touch was the application of lip liner and a slightly darker shade of lip gloss than Lena usually wore.
“The lights can sometimes wash out the features,” she explained. “If it’s too dark, we can always powder it lighter.”
Lena watched in the mirror as Caitlyn’s minor modifications seemed to make her face look like those of models she’d seen in the magazines in the hair salon.
“Now,” Caitlyn said as she finished up the makeup adjustments and grabbed a hairbrush. “I’m just going to brush it out a little bit so it appears soft and flowing. In the meantime, you be thinking about what outfit you’d like to wear for the first shoot.”
“I’ve already decided,” Lena said. “The white shift has always been one of my husband’s favorites. I usually wear a cotton one at home, but I bought a silk one for this.”
“You’ll have to take off your underwear, then,” Caitlyn said. “Will you be all right with that?”
“Yes, sure,” Lena answered. “Part of the allure, right?”
“That’s right,” Caitlyn giggled.
“How are we coming?” Murdock’s voice came through the curtain.
“Five more minutes, Gary,” Caitlyn called back.
“Fine,” he replied. “I’ll be setting the lights.”
Murdock’s eyes devoured Lena when she emerged from the dressing room. She felt herself warm under his gaze. The white silk pressed gently against all her curves. It barely covered her nether regions and allowed the dark areola of her breasts to show through. As Lena’s nipples hardened under Murdock’s scrutiny, she knew their outlines were apparent as distensions in the fabric.
“Just stand there,” Murdock pointed to a small X of tape on the floor. He became a whirl of activity as he pointed the various lights, took readings with some sort of a meter, and scurried back and forth to the tripod-mounted camera to check the view finder. He directed Caitlyn to angle a reflector precisely and began to take shots. At the same time, he ordered Lena to turn one way or the other, raise her chin, lower her eyes, open her mouth slightly, “not too much, right there.” The lights flashed and the camera clicked over and over again.
He pulled a simple, blonde, wooden chair to the center of the room and turned it sideways to the camera. He directed Lena to sit. He positioned her arms across the back, ordering her to place her chin on her hands, tilt her head, stretch her legs one way, then another, until he’d clicked off another thirty shots. Interspersed with his direction of Lena, Murdock commanded Caitlyn to point her reflector at various body parts.
Lena heard him enunciate her various body parts in rapid succession. “Left shoulder,” he’d say to Caitlyn, and she would adjust the reflector.
“Pull the skirt up in waves to your waist,” he ordered Lena. “Show us some more of the leg, the thigh.” Unsatisfied with her attempt, he left the camera and stepped toward Lena.
“May I?” he asked.
“Yes,” Lena replied.
He pulled the fabric into a gather at her waist, adjusting it to give the impression of a natural lay, oblivious to the fact that the hem had risen enough to show her left hip. His hand flew to the front of the garment, grabbing the hem, his knuckled brushing her sex as he pulled it down.
“Sorry,” he said briskly. “Just there.”
He ran back to the camera, clicked of another five shots, then stood next to the camera with his hand supporting his chin.
“You have a lovely, long neck,” he observed. “Let’s do this. Caitlyn, brush it all over her right shoulder. Tilt your head to the right. Good. Let it drape. Yes. Now, let’s see if we can get that line from her ear to her knees with all those lovely curves. Yes. Stretch out, darling,” he told Lena.
He snapped off three more shots, and then paused. “That’s not working,” he said.
His eyes flared and he grinned broadly. “Pull your left arm out of the armhole,” he said. “Help her, Caitlyn.”
Lena slid the shoulder strap off her arm and slid her arm out of the garment as Caitlyn held it for her.
“That’s it,” Murdock said. “Now, leave it lie across your breast. Good! Now put your hand into your hair behind your head. Higher. A little more. Right there.”
He stepped nimbly behind the camera and snapped off another seven or eight shots. He cranked on the tripod until the camera was level with his beltline.
“Now,” he said, “we’re going to get very sexy and risqué. Sit upright in the chair. Caitlyn, help her release the other arm from her shift. I don’t want you to grasp it, just lay your arm across it to hold it against your breasts, then lean forward and look straight into the camera.”
Lena removed her arm from the strap and followed Murdock’s instructions. She leaned forward on the chair.
“Lovely,” Murdock said. “Now lower your arm a little. That’s right. We want that lovely curve at the top. Yes. A little lower. Just cover the tasty parts. There we go. Now, Caitlyn give her hair another brush, if you will. A nice, soft curve that comes right to the end of her fingers. Excellent.”
He squatted behind the camera. “All right. Now, Lena, darling, bite on your bottom lip for me. Just half of it. Yes! Just like that. And your eyes. Let them say, ‘I want you inside me.’ Can you do that? Oh, my! Yes. There it is. Caitlyn, right shoulder. Good!”
He snapped off ten shots in quick succession.
“All right,” Murdock said, “let’s take ten.” He stood up next to the camera. Lena noticed he had a bulge in his trousers.
“Did I do that?” she asked him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, obviously uneasy. “I’m afraid you did.”
“It looks uncomfortable.”
“I usually take care of it for him,” Caitlyn said softly.
“Are you a couple?” Lena asked.
“She’s my partner,” Murdock told her.
“Really?”
“She blackmailed me into making her a full partner.”
“Did you?” Lena asked Caitlyn.
The girl grinned brightly. “Gary needs release after these shoots. I give him that release. He made me a partner so I’ll stay with him, assist him, and make sure he’s able to continue to work.”
“That doesn’t sound like blackmail,” Lena grinned back at Murdock.
“It wasn’t,” Caitlyn told her. “You’d be surprised at how quickly he agreed.”
“Does this always happen?” Lena asked.
“With the beautiful ones like you, it does,” Caitlyn said.
“So I turn him on and you get the benefit?” Lena asked Caitlyn.
“Something like that.”
“Can I watch?” Lena asked.
Caitlyn looked at Murdock. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” she observed.
“I’d like to watch,” Lena repeated.
Caitlyn stepped toward Murdock, grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. She reached into his trousers and withdrew his engorged member. Lena smiled. It was equivalent to Todd’s in length and girth. Caitlyn moved quickly to press him into her mouth and Lena heard him groan. Murdock placed interlocked his fingers into her smooth, blonde hair as Caitlyn slurped his man-meat. She held it with one hand at the base and bobbed her head as it slipped between her lips.
“So, do you want to have an affair with this guy?” Todd asked his wife after she confessed her involvement with Murdock and Caitlyn at the studio.
“Heavens no!” she protested. “I don’t know what came over me. It was just one of those things that happens.”
“Sounds like your male side emerged,” Todd chuckled. “You know? That part where you just fixate on the sex and disregard all possible consequences.”
“I’m sorry,” she told him. “I really didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“So, tell me, my love. What really did happen? You’re strong, self-confident, always in control, a definite Alpha type. How is it you became subservient to your carnal desires.”
“The picture of Caitlyn in the lobby started it. Then, being damned near naked and going through the poses. Everybody, well both of them, were touching me constantly. They were repeatedly referring to my breasts, thighs, legs, and shoulders. Crap. I even came one time while Caitlyn was just brushing my hair!”
“I can’t wait to see the pictures,” Todd chuckled.
“The thing is, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I wanted it to be a surprise. I’ve got another session with them Thursday night.”
“Do you?” he responded, his tone tinged with an imperious superiority.
“Don’t be like that, Todd,” she said. “I told you as soon as I came home. I’m not keeping anything a secret from you. I love you and I want you to understand. He needed his release and I needed mine.”
Todd laughed in pure merriment. “I’m not mad, Lena. I’m really not. You’re here and you love me. You’re none the worse for wear, except emotionally. You’re not in love with him and your emotional disruption is more a function of worrying about my reaction. I think you got carried away and let your carnal urges overwhelm your sense of propriety. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
“You don’t think I betrayed your trust?”
Todd shrugged. “I trust that you love me. I trust that you respect me. Some might think that you didn’t hold to that respect for me. In the immediate moment, that may have been true. But, I believe the fact that you came home, told me immediately, and considering the situation, I don’t think that was the case.”
“I got so hot watching them. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him to fuck me. And I wanted her to watch it.”
“You really came off the rails, didn’t you?” Todd laughed. “At least you didn’t stay the night with them.”
“I was this close,” she confessed, holding up her finger and thumb about a centimeter apart and giggling gently.
“But not because I’m not enough for you, right?”
“Definitely not.”
“And, I’m guessing we’re going to fuck like bunnies tonight.”
“Got that right.”
“Then you’ll want me to wash your hair?”
“Absolutely!”
“So, what about this session on Thursday? You said you want me to come with you?”
“Part of me says yes. But, I’d really hate to spoil the surprise.”
“Then you’re going to want my approval to fuck him again if it comes to that.”
“Believe me,” she said, sounding like her old, strong, decisive self, “I have no intention of that happening.”
Todd smiled slyly at her. “But it will,” he grinned. “Let’s be honest about this. We’ve done really well so far. You’ve done really well with tonight’s confession.”
Lena sighed. “It was so hot, Todd. Caitlyn pulled his cock out and started sucking it. The next thing I knew I was kneeling beside her and she passed it to me. Once I had him in my mouth I couldn’t let go. Caitlyn brushed my hair back off my face with her hand and I groaned. When I did, he just let go and I swallowed every blast of his come. She sucked him hard again then fucked him. When it was my turn, I tasted the two of them and just got carried away. That’s kind of why I want you there Thursday. I need you to protect me from myself.”
Todd grinned. “Nope,” he said definitively, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not ruining my birthday surprise just because you get aroused to the randy slut stage.”
“If you make me go alone, Todd, I am going to fuck him again.”
“Then you’ll come home and confess all to me, won’t you?”
“Of course. I won’t be fucking him to spite you, darling. It’ll just be because I will need it so bad.”
“Just a slave to your craven decadence, huh?”
“Don’t be an ass.”
Todd shrugged. “I love the idea that my wife is so hot that she entices her photographer to have sex with her.”
“And you love the idea that I have so little self-control that I let him?”
“I love the idea that you are so aroused that you encourage him.”
Thursday evening Lena stepped into the studio waiting room, listening for the little bell on the door that signaled her arrival. Murdock emerged from the interior.
“Lena,” he said seriously. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be back.”
“We’re not finished,” Lena told him.
“Let me apologize,” he said. “It was unprofessional of me.”
“Hush,” Lena put a finger to his lips. “It just happened. Nobody got hurt. Let’s put it behind us.”
“So you want to continue with the project?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I’m so glad. You’ve become one of my favorite models.”
“Nonsense,” Lena said gently. “Caitlyn is your favorite model.”
Murdock stared at her. “Is it that obvious?”
Lena nodded. “She loved you enough to give you to me Tuesday, and to have joy in your delight. You loved her enough to be concerned that she might be jealous or upset.”
“You’re not only beautiful, my dear Lena,” Murdock said. “You’re also very perceptive. Thank you.”
In the dressing room, Caitlyn was mostly business, setting about to ready Lena for the next shoot. It was Lena who raised the topic of Tuesday night’s activities.
“I know you love him,” Lena said to her as Caitlyn was applying the eye shadow.
Caitlyn paused. “We’re partners.”
“Bullshit! You love him and he loves you. He orders you around, but he loves you. He’s nuts about you.”
“You know all this based on what?”
Lena nodded. “I’ve seen the picture in your lobby. He loves you.”
“He needs me,” Caitlyn said. “Anybody could do this job. I’m just convenient because I tolerate his quirks.”
“You tolerate his quirks because you love him, too.”
Caitlyn put the shadow down on the table and picked up the eyebrow pencil. “If I admit is, will you let it go?”
“Nope,” Lena said sternly. “He already confirmed it.”
“You remember Tuesday night?”
“The whole shoot or just the part where he shot his come down my throat and fucked us both?”
“Yeah, that part,” Caitlyn said, picking up the eye-liner brush.
“Love is not possession, darling. You have to let him be who he is.”
“Honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lena hummed disapproving. “Sweetie, you put his cock in my mouth.”
“I knew that’s what he wanted.”
“And you loved him enough to give him that.”
Caitlyn stood up straight and whispered conspiratorially. “He passes me around.”
“What does that mean?”
“Are you planning to invite Gary to the party where you give your husband the book?
“I’d thought about it.”
“Well, it happens a lot. Gary brings me with him. What usually happens is that Gary screws the model and he gives me to the partner so they won’t get mad.”
“So, he screwed Melanie and you got to have sex with Michael.”
“You know them?”
“Melanie recommended him. Now I know why.”
“I was handed off to her husband at the presentation party.”
“And you hate that?”
“I hate not having the choice.”
“I can understand that,” Lena nodded.
“That’s why the models bring pictures of their partners. It’s not for Gary. It’s for me.”
“So he does give you the choice. I mean, you could tell him no.”
“If he loves me, why does he let them have sex with me?”
“Maybe he likes the idea. Maybe it turns him on to think of you having sex with them. You let him have sex with us, but you still love him. Did you ever think of telling him no?”
“Some of them are nice. Michael was really nice. So is your husband.” She pulled the snapshot off the mirror. “I wouldn’t mind screwing him.”
“Would you? Would you have sex with my husband?”
“Are you girls about ready?” Gary called from outside the curtain.
“Not yet,” Caitlyn called back. “Still working on the makeup. I’ll come find you.”
“I told Todd I’d probably fuck Gary again tonight,” Lena confessed. “I won’t though, if it will bother you.”
“What did he say?” Caitlyn asked with wonder in her voice.
“He said it was fine, as long as I told him about it. But, I’ve got an even better idea.”
“What’s that?”
“After we’re through here tonight, you come home with me. If you don’t mind screwing Todd, we’ll give him a real treat.”
Caitlyn picked up the rouge brush and began applying it under Lena’s cheekbones. “I’ve never done anything like that,” she said. “I don’t know if Gary would like it.”
“He’s had his way with me and you Tuesday. He’ll probably fuck me tonight. If he does, I’ll tell him. We’re not going to give him a choice.”
Caitlyn giggled.
“He’s shared you with others on his terms. Tonight, it will be on our terms,” Lena said. “Gary will get his rocks off. No reason you shouldn’t get yours, as well.”
“He might fire me,” Caitlyn told her.
Lena shook her head. “He loves you, baby. He won’t fire you. He wants you around. Tonight, he’s going to find out just how much.”
The red formal gown lay in a heap on the studio floor. Lena knelt on the pseudo-Roman couch, naked except for her thigh-highs and red heels, with Gary behind her, clad only in a T-shirt. He had both hand on Lena’s hips, plunging his cock into her moist, welcoming love canal. Lena grunted with each thrust as the photographer plowed into her.
They’d gotten through three series of shots, with Lena changing from a short nighty, into a camisole and panties, and finally into the red gown minus any underwear. The six-inch heels and thigh-high black stockings had proven to be more than Gary could take. Through the variety of poses and the assistance of Caitlyn he’d managed to maneuver the gown into a mere drapery that left Lena’s right side nearly exposed. Her breast tantalized him from beneath her long hair.
As he approached her to make another adjustment, Lena noticed that his erection created a bulge in his trousers. She looked at Caitlyn, smiled, and reached up to brush the back of her hand across the protrusion. “Why Gary,” she murmured. “It seems I’ve aroused you again. Would you like to fuck me?”
Murdock eased her upright, bending forward to capture her naked breast between his lips and allowing the red gown to fall around her ankles. Lena stepped out of the circle of fabric and caressed the back of the photographer’s head as he feasted on the breast in front of him. Caitlyn moved behind him, reached around, unsnapped and unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. She pulled his boxers down his legs. She grasped his cock and began stroking it.
Lena lowered her hands to his shoulders and eased him away. She turned her back to him and knelt on the Roman bench. “Like this, darling,” she said, “so I can feel all of you deep inside me.”
Murdock stepped out of his discarded clothing and moved behind Lena. Caitlyn managed to rub his hardness up and down her creaming slit and position it perfectly for her boss to enter the kneeling Lena. He eased inside her, and Lena felt his hardness stretch her welcoming love nest and press home to its maximum extension.
“That feels so lovely,” Lena purred. “I hope you’ll fuck me nice and hard. I’ve been waiting all night for this.”
Gary didn’t disappoint her. He pumped strongly, causing both of them to grunt with exertion.
“You’re so bad,” Lena told him over her shoulder, “fucking your models like this. But you can’t help it, can you? We make you so hot and hard.”
“Yes,” he gasped through gritted teeth.
“And you make us all juicy, wet and ready, just talking and touching; pulling our clothes off us, and making us nearly naked in front of you.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned.
“We’re leaving after you fuck me,” Lena told him. “Caitlyn and I are both leaving. I’m taking her home to fuck my husband, just like you’re fucking me. Think about that,” she ordered. “It’s the price you pay for fucking me.”
“Fine,” he growled. “She can fuck him if she wants.”
“She wants,” Lena said. “And so do I.”
He shouted, “Fine!”
“Good,” Lena growled at him. “Now shut up and fuck me proper!”
Gary didn’t last a dozen more strokes before he exploded inside her. When she bellowed her own release and clamped her muscles on his cock, Gary simply lost whatever control he might have had.
“Aw, fuck!” he wailed. He pressed himself to his furthest extent and held himself there as his cock pumped jets of come inside her. She gasped as she felt the hot spurts coat her innards.
“Caitlyn, baby,” Lena called. “Towels, please.”
“What should I wear?” Caitlyn asked Lena as they hid from Murdock in the dressing room.
“Hmm,” Lena hummed, considering the options. “Well, in view of our objective, which is to get my husband laid, a tank top, shorts, and sandals.