I’ve been happily married to my husband Mark for over thirty-six years, and during that time I’ve had a wide variety of sex with hundreds of men, including getting fucked, sucking cocks, DPs, gangbangs and more. I’ve always been proud of the fact that despite all that sex, I’ve never done anything with another guy unless Mark was there to enjoy the show or participate.
This story is about the one and only occasion when I did start something with another guy on my own. However, Mark did eventually show up and he was fine with it.
It all started when I went out to buy cigarettes. At the time, we lived near King and Dufferin in Toronto’s Parkdale neighbourhood, and since our apartment was very close to a variety store, I walked there. I was wearing a low cut, semi-sheer, pink stretch cotton top which really showed off my big, dark nipples.
After leaving the store I was walking on King Street toward Tyndall when a very handsome young man, carrying what looked like a very expensive camera, came up to me and said, “Excuse me, but I’m wondering whether you could help me with something?”
I replied, “Maybe. It depends what it is.”
He said, “Well my name is Rick, and I’m a photography student at a local college. Part of our course requires each of us to do a themed photo project, and my theme is The Breast of Toronto. Instead of using models, I’m asking regular women on the streets of Toronto to let me photograph their breasts, and I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but yours look fantastic.”
Well if you’ve met me or read any of my other stories, you know that I’m very proud of my 36B tits. That’s why I wear revealing tops and why I flash my tits all the time.
So I replied to Rick, “I don’t mind at all having you compliment my tits, and I’m intrigued by your project. Do you have a studio where you want to do this, and when did you want to do it?”
“No,” he said, “the project is all about taking photos of regular women on the street. After all, it’s legal for women in Ontario to be topless in public, so if you’re willing, I’d like to photograph you right now.”
We had continued to walk while we were chatting, and by now we were on Tyndall Avenue and there weren’t many people around, so instead of just answering Rick, I pulled off my top, pushed my chest out and said, “Start shooting.”
Rick quickly got his camera set up and started snapping photos, and as he did he was giving me directions, like, "squeeze your left tit, squeeze your tits together, pinch your nipples," and, "slowly lick your lips as you squeeze both tits."
A few women walked by giving me dirty looks, and a few guys stopped to watch for a while. At that point, Rick asked, “Would it be okay if some of the guys fondled your tits while I photograph you?”
I replied, “Sure! I’d actually love that.”
Rick assured the guys that their faces would not show in the photos, but all but two of them chickened out and left. The two remaining guys took turns standing behind me while they fondled my tits and pinched my nipples. My nipples are very sensitive, so I was getting very turned on. Then he had the guys stand on either side of me and he told them to both suck on one of my nipples at the same time. I had an almost instant orgasm, and Rick was excited that he had gotten a good shot of my orgasm face.
Just then I heard Mark’s voice saying, “Hi honey."
Apparently, I had lost track of time and had been gone for quite a while, so Mark had come looking for me.
Rick said, "Who are you?"
To which I quickly replied, "He's my husband."
Hearing that, the two bystanders who had been enjoying my tits took off.
Rick moved back and said, "Look, buddy, I don't want any trouble. My name is Rick and I'm a photography student. I'm working on a project that involves getting women to let me photograph their tits, and your wife was kind enough to help me out. That's all that was going on here."
Mark smiled and said, "Relax, Rick. I've always said that Carolyn's magnificent tits deserve to be seen by the whole world. Making her wear clothes is like covering up the Mona Lisa with a sheet. So please continue with your photos."
Mark came over and gave me a big kiss, then stepped behind me and started fondling my tits while Rick resumed taking photos. Then he stuck one hand down my skirt and into my panties and played with my soaking wet pussy while he continued to fondle my tit with his other hand.
He then whispered in my ear, "Would you be interested in bringing Rick home and letting him take photos of us having sex?"
I immediately got a big smile on my face and said, "Definitely!"
So Mark asked Rick if he'd like to go back to our place and take some more intimate photos of us. He instantly agreed, and the three of us headed home. All the way, home Mark kept fondling my tits and pulling on my top.
And every time one of my tits popped out of the top, he'd say, "Rick, could you please put Carolyn's tit back into her top?" and Rick would d grab my tit and push it back into the top.
When we got into the apartment, the three of us sat on the couch, with me in the middle. Mark asked Rick if he'd like to smoke a joint with us, and he said yes, so he got the grass and started rolling one. As he did, I took off my top and invited Rick to take more photos. Mark put on some music and lit the joint.
As we passed it around, Mark mentioned to Rick that I used to be a topless dancer at the Rondun Tavern. He suggested that I should get up and show Rick some of my hot dance moves, which I instantly did. My body was really swaying to the music, and as I danced, I took off my skirt and then my panties. By now the joint was finished, and Rick got down on the floor between my legs to get some close-up shots from below of my pussy.