by Bridy McAvoy
“He took several shots of me like this and then climbed into the car as well, folding the front seats forward to provide himself with some room. There wasn’t much and I didn’t see how he was going to be able to use his camera. When he put his hands on my hips, I realised he wasn’t holding his camera, it was on its tripod again.”
She looked over at me.
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Do I have to draw you a picture?”
Belatedly I realised she wanted me to move behind her and imitate Owen. I moved, the cushion sinking alarmingly beneath our combined weight, placing my hands on her hips and wondering how in hell we were going to manage this. Not for the first time, Leah had already thought of the solution.
“Back off a minute, honey.”
I dutifully let go and climbed back to my feet. She followed suit and then grabbed my hand and led me round behind the couch and assumed the same position facing in the opposite direction. I put my hands back on her waist and leant up against her. When my rigid dick pressed against her ass she gasped and wriggled her butt against me.
“Feels good, but do you want to know what Owen did?”
At that precise moment my brain did but my dick didn’t. He just wanted me to push her skirt up, push her legs apart and get me to ram him home. Leah was in the mind camp, not the dick camp.
“It was quite cramped in the back of the car, of course I was on my knees on the seat rather than standing and he was standing in the foot well behind the front seats. There’s not much room there. He knew I was already wet—” she paused and giggled, “—as I am now, and didn’t bother with much in the way of preparation and foreplay. He reached around me and cupped my breasts through my jacket then dropped his hands and opened the buttons once again. A moment later his hands returned and began to squeeze them through my basque. That wasn’t very comfortable because of the under-wiring and I guess he sensed that because it wasn’t long before he pulled the front down to access my naked chest. Are you paying attention, lover? I thought you’d be imitating him by now.”
With a mock growl I wrapped my arms around her torso and pulled the basque down. Her breasts literally fell into my hands and I cupped them and teased the hard nipples. All the while I was grinding my erection against the crack of her ass and she was grinding straight back at me.
“He dropped one hand to the skirt hem and stepped back a moment to jerk it up and then I felt the crutch of his jeans pressing against me. This time he’d managed to regain a hard on for the final photo session and I knew he was going to fuck me. Actually I’d known for some time he intended to, but this was the first real confirmation. He pressed against my ass, just as you’re doing, and then moved away so he could undo his fly and release his prick. It wasn’t long before I could feel his naked rod pressing against the crack of my ass.”
She paused while I repeated Owen’s movements and moaned softly when she felt me press my own hard cock against her ass. My hand stayed down there and massaged one fleshy globe while the other continued to play with her nipple. I felt her body move as she spread her legs wider and then arched her back, pushing her butt out toward me in clear invitation. I flexed my knees and slowly drew the tip of my dick down the crack of her ass before pressing it between her legs. She moaned again. I could feel the wet lips of her pussy pressing against the length of my rod as I straightened up a little, maintaining contact. She continued with her narrative.
“That’s good, Leo. Very good. Owen did something similar, but instead of leaving it there for me to savour the feeling he dipped slightly further and I could feel his hand working as he aimed himself at me. Before very much more time had elapsed he was straightening up, still using his hand to guide himself into me. There was no resistance, I mean, I’d just masturbated for the man some five minutes earlier, I was drenched and he slid in easily.”
I took the hint, and didn’t attempt penetration straight away, merely contenting myself with rubbing my prick along the line of her slit. Each time I slid forward she pushed back. Each time I pulled back she pushed down, all the while gently swaying her hips from side to side. She was panting and I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep talking for much longer. Desire was taking over control of her body.
“He thrust home and immediately began to fuck in and out of me rapidly. He might have managed to have an erection for the last set, but that was all, he didn’t last. Two minutes, no more. No staying power before I felt him coat my insides with his load. I wasn’t even close to cumming.”
“And now?”
I whispered throatily in her ear and she shuddered, the lips of her pussy pressing down on my cock.
“Put it in me, Leo!”
I was only too happy to oblige, dropping down by flexing my knees and then using my hand to move my cock to line up with her gaping slit. I slowly straightened from the knees, knowing this would bring my end into contact with her pussy lips. A slight adjustment and then we were lined up. As I began to drive upwards, she began to drive down, pushing hard against me as I locked my knees into an upright position. I entered her easily as she was so well lubricated from her earlier performance. She grunted when I was all the way in and began to writhe her ass in circles against me. It felt delicious and I held still so we could both savour it.
Automatic reactions kicked in and I slowly began to withdraw before thrusting in once more. Leah bent further forward, rotating at the waist to present herself better and to deepen the penetration. I continued the slow movements, taking my time and the opportunity to allow her passion to build too. The actions and descriptions of the last hour had brought me to boiling point but I needed to delay my own release to allow Leah hers. I suppose it was a matter of pride for me, I needed to prove to myself as much as to my wife I wasn’t the same kind of selfish lover he was. My mind was wandering as I tried to think of something else to take my mind off my impending ejaculation. Suddenly Leah’s hand reached round and cuffed my in the ribs.
“Keep your mind on your work!”
She giggled and I knew she’d realised what was happening. Her moans became louder and louder as my thrusts became more and more rapid. It didn’t take long before Leah suddenly tensed up and her movements became more erratic, less rhythmic and she groaned loudly. I could feel the muscles in her thighs fluttering against mine and her pussy squeezed my cock as she came. I couldn’t hold off and thrust home for the final time, painting the inside of her vagina with my own cum.
I collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the back of the couch, one hand still cupping her breast. We stayed like that for a minute as we slowly regained our breath before she slapped weakly at me.
“Get up please, Leo.”
I slipped out of her and shakily stepped back a pace as she levered herself into a standing position.
“That is so not a comfortable position to make love.”
“You enjoyed it though.”
She ignored my grin and gave me a long, hard look before straightening her skirt and then tucking her breasts back into the top of the basque.
“Shower, you, while I tidy up. I’ll be up in ten minutes for mine. No I don’t want to wash your back and I don’t want you to wash mine either. I want the comfort of our bed and we need to talk. Scoot.”
Part X
We were lying in bed together, Leah, nude and still warm and glowing from the shower. She was close beside me, her breasts hanging against my chest with my arm around her, her head propped up on one hand as she looked seriously at me.
“Leo, we’ve got a problem, honey.”
“Oh?”
She nodded sombrely and I knew she considered it to be a real problem.
“You know Mia has to fly to her mother’s over the weekend, she’s going into hospital for a minor operation and needs Mia to be there. With her away and Owen at work, next week would be clear and we could spring our trap on Owen on the Friday afternoon, right? That was the plan.”
I nodded in agreemen
t.
“Owen’s been unexpectedly called into work. He’s working the next five days, including Saturday and Sunday.”
She looked at me steadily but the penny didn’t drop.
“As a result, he’s off all next week, when you and Mia are away.”
This time the penny did drop.
“That’s right, honey. He is going to be at home all day Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I know he intends on coming round here on Tuesday morning loaded down with equipment and he doesn’t intend on going home again until Friday morning. He doesn’t expect to just fuck your wife – he intends to sleep with me too!”
Leah threw her free arm across me, buried her face on my chest and started to sob. I wrapped my other arm around her too and simply held her for a while, allowing the sobs to die away and the tears to stop. After a few minutes she stirred and I let go so she could sit up and half turn to look at me.
“I don’t know what to do. Can you get out of your trip next week?”
I shook my head. My job entailed me visiting the branch offices the third week in every month and I’d been doing it for two years now.
“Sorry, Leah. No chance.”
“Damn! I don’t want him here.”
I tried to calm her down.
“It won’t be that bad, honey. Surely you can persuade him to go home in case Mia rings.”
“The bastard’s already thought of that one. His cordless will reach to here and he’ll have his mobile with him too.”
I opened my mouth to speak again but she silenced me with a shake of the head.
“It’s worse than that though, honey.”
She still looked very upset and I was still clueless as to her problem.
“He talked to me a lot over lunchtime about his plans next week and again after he’d finished fucking me in the back of the car.”
“What exactly are his plans?”
“He’s not going to keep me to himself, honey.”
“Well, he didn’t do that today either.”
“Yeah, but that was only one guy.”
“You mean he intends on involving another guy?”
“More than one, Leo…more than one.”
“You mean like someone different each day?”
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew what she was going to say but for some obscure reason I still needed her to actually say it. I could see the pain in her eyes as she bit her lip.
“No, honey…I think you know him better than that. He will definitely involve Stan one day, someone else he referred to as Pete on another day, but on Wednesday night…”
“What’s so special about Wednesday?”
“It’s the normal meeting night for the camera club. The third Wednesday of every month is Glamour Night. They always have a topless model on that evening.”
“So, despite being told you won’t go with him to the camera club, he’s still intent on taking you there.”
She sighed.
“Well, he’s given me a choice.”
I frowned, the more I heard the less I liked.
“What sort of choice?”
“I can go with him for the shoot. It’ll be from seven o’clock to ten o’clock and I get to pose for all the club members, but he reckons I’ll probably be able to avoid being gangbanged. Or…”
I’d already worked out the other choice.
“They all come here, some of them will go home at ten but the rest will stay, and I’m almost guaranteed to be pulling a train.”
“This is not good. Hang on—you said probably avoid a gangbang?”
“His exact words were, ‘No model has ever been gangbanged on Glamour Night but then again very few have actually got totally naked and no one has masturbated in front of the camera like you will be doing. I can’t be certain they won’t pounce on you, but I’ll try to keep them in check.’”
“Ouch.”
“Leo…?”
“Hmmm?”
“I don’t think he really meant it. Maybe the other models have got out of there without having to put out, but I don’t really expect our pervert next door to seriously make an attempt to stop them.”
“Leah, sweetie…I have to admit the same thing was crossing my mind. I don’t think he’d try to stop anyone touching you either. Once they touched you…”
She nodded.
“How many men are we talking about?”
“Are you seriously thinking about letting this happen?”
I shook my head and grinned, then saw the expression on her face.
“Aren’t you?”
She flushed guiltily, and I realised she was actually thinking about it. Leah answered in a quiet voice.
“Yes…I’m sorry, darling…but yes I am wondering what it would be like. To take my clothes off in front of so many men, playing with myself in front of them, knowing they were all getting hard, knowing that any minute they would pounce on me—ravish me—fuck me silly.”
She hugged me tight again.
“Is that so wrong?”
That was a loaded question. The Leah of a fortnight ago would never have even considered it—well at least I assumed she wouldn’t. Suddenly I was being forced to re-evaluate my image of my pretty blonde wife.
“You didn’t answer my question, honey. How many members are we talking about?”
“About fifteen, but usually they’re not all there. Owen says it averages about twelve.”
“So you are going to go and stand there and strip naked in front of twelve men and then masturbate in front of their cameras, effectively inviting them to gang rape you?”
“It wouldn’t be rape, would it, honey?”
“That’d be for the jury I suppose.”
“Anyway, I’d say fifteen, not twelve. You can guarantee Owen will put the word out. If I say bring them here, not all of them will, probably about ten and half of those will leave at ten o’clock, meaning there’d only be five of them left. Owen promised me if I took that option, he’d ensure nothing much happened before the rest left, and five would be easier to handle. Besides it would be in front of our cameras if I did it here.”
“True and I suppose the numbers will be easier to handle.”
She dug me in the ribs and I realised the double meaning I’d not intended.
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I know, just wanted to make sure your brain was functioning. Besides that’s not the problem with coming here.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, there’re two problems. Firstly, there would be another ten guys who know I model in the nude and where I live, five or so of them know I put out too. Secondly, it’s apparently supposed to be a bridal and sports themed night.”
“Huh?”
“You know Owen, corny as ever. Everyone is going to turn up in suits and ties, the model in a bridal dress. You work it out. The second set will be set around a pool table and a poker table, with the model serving drinks, missing shots and losing bets—you work it out. It’s not going to be a straight forward take them off and pose type shoot.”
“He is corny!”
We both fell silent for a couple of minutes, contemplating the picture and the dilemma she’d just laid out for us.
“You know, Leah, I have a simple solution. Why don’t I simply take you with me next week? We’ll have a mini vacation. Already got the rooms booked so it’d only cost us the flights…”
I stopped as Leah shook her head sadly.
“Won’t work, honey. Our friendly neighbourhood blackmailer has already thought about that one. If I fly out with you then by the time we get back he’ll have posted the photographs he already has all over town and ruined my reputation. The same thing will happen if you suddenly take the time off work or cancel the trip.”
“Bastard!”
“Face it, honey. I don’t think I can get out of this. Your wife is going to be nude in front of a group of men and then pull a train afterwards.”
I hugged her
to me again, but not before I saw a glint in her eye that suggested she wasn’t that unhappy with the situation. I held her for a long while until her deep regular breathing told me she’d managed to drop off to sleep, but it took me a lot longer to actually drop off myself.
Leah’s Long Lens
Part I
Breakfast with Leo the next morning was subdued. The prospect of our blackmailing neighbour, Owen, spending seventy-two hours solid in control of me and my body was alarming enough for both of us. The prospect of him then putting me literally on display in front of his camera club on their Glamour Night, followed by the very real prospect of a gangbang, really disturbed both of us. It particularly disturbed Leo, but I was at best conflicted. Part of me badly wanted to tell Owen to go fiddle and do his worst, but part of me wanted to keep my promise to Owen’s wife Mia that we would turn the tables on him the following Friday, and part of me was beginning to wonder what it would be like.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t looking forward to the idle of fifteen men ogling my nakedness, pawing my body and then doing everything else, but deep inside there was a kernel of exhibitionism that was at least interested in seeing what it would be like.
I sipped at my coffee and pondered the conflict and how we would resolve it. Leo had hardly said a word over breakfast. His kiss goodbye had been perfunctory at best and I knew he was beginning to regret us getting into this situation in the first place. All right, it was my idea, but he’d gone along with it.
The problem was I was enjoying it. Sure, Owen wasn’t exactly the world’s best lover but the sex afterwards with my own husband, having watched the high definition recordings of Owen’s actions, were spectacular. I felt my pussy pulse at the memory of Stan’s huge cock the day before and knew she at least wanted more of the same.
I sipped my coffee then the phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID, it was Leo’s mobile.
“Hi.”
“Leah, honey, I’m sorry if I was a bit preoccupied this morning. I’ll make it up to you. I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry.”
