by Bridy McAvoy
“Okay. Max, the number is seven zero eight four.” It was the last four digits of the zip code for her work address, but the two photographers didn’t know that.
Sure enough, Max glanced down and his fingers were busy. A minute later her cell chirped again.
She held the screen up for them all to see.
Seven Zero Eight Four. For an address shouldn’t there be a three in front of that? M xxx
She didn’t reply by text as they laughed. “Enough, honey. Yes, I agree he’s watching. On his head be it.”
“So, if you’re ready, young lady, why don’t you go and sit in the middle of the couch over there?”
Julia shivered but did as she was asked.
* * * *
Ten minutes later Steve lowered his camera and came and sat on the couch next to her, but on the opposite side from the laptop. “Right. Something’s wrong, sweetheart? Talk to me.”
“I…”
“Look, we can tell. You’re not comfortable. I bet Max, from hundreds of miles away, can tell his wife’s not comfortable.”
She looked over to see Max’s image nodding on the screen.
“You were into it well before this the last couple of times. Tell me what the problem is. Is it Jim? Does he make you uncomfortable? His presence?”
She looked up at the other older man who was standing on the other side of the room. She forced a smile. “No, it’s not Jim.”
“Then what is it, sweetie? Tell us and we’ll fix it if we can.”
She sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, and she couldn’t see how to solve her problem. She took a deep breath and faced the laptop screen, looking straight into the main webcam, the one mounted on the top edge of the screen.
“I’m sorry. Max, it’s you.”
She watched as his face fell. She knew just how much he’d been looking forward to this—he’d told her so as he fucked her before they left for the airport. He hadn’t let her shower until she got home. He’d said he was leaving his scent on her to mark her as his and know he’d been there as he watched her this afternoon and evening.
Steve patted her knee, but he wasn’t making an advance. “Is it the fact he’s watching?”
“Not really, no. I guess it’s the fact I can see him watching but not hear him. I know what we all agreed about him not being able to interfere.” She stopped, her eyes drawn to movement on the screen as Max waved his phone at them. Sure enough, within a few seconds her phone chirped.
Simple solution. Minimize the window so you can’t see me—I can still see you. M xxx
Julia almost laughed in relief. She’d seen the strain showing on both Steve and Jim’s faces and knew she was letting them down. Max, ever the engineer, had found a simple solution.
She showed the message to Steve who grinned as he jumped up. Moving quickly for a man of his age, he minimized the window leaving the screen blank. He turned back to Julia.
“Right, let’s just prove everything is okay. Julia, give me another four-digit code and, Max, prove you can hear us by texting it back to her, just as we did earlier. Okay?”
Julia nodded then thought for a second. “Max, nine seven one six.”
They all waited for the chirp of her phone and it came within a minute.
Nine Seven One Six, or Six Nine Seven One Six if you like, the zip code of our old house minus the leading Six. M xxx Knock their socks off, honey.
Steve handed her a bottle of water and she took a swig before handing it back. Already, she felt more relaxed. She knew nothing had changed, except for the fact she couldn’t see her husband watching. That had been the key for Julia, enabling her to relax.
“Right, sweetheart, I want you to sit on the couch, just as you were, with your hands on your lap. Let’s get you looking demure to start with. You can do the raunchy stuff in a bit, vamp it then.”
They were using some studio lights they’d brought over and set up on the other side of the room, rather than flash. Julia found it harder to notice when each man took a picture—all she could hear was the click of the shutter rather than see the flash as the gun fired. It was a little nerve-wracking, but she smiled and cocked her head to one side. She smiled again and waited for the next instruction. Steve was clearly running this shoot, probably to give her the familiarity of having worked with him before. Jim stayed a little further back. She guessed he’d take over for the next outfit.
“Cross your legs, sweetie—right over left. Let the skirt fall away. Show us a bit of that gorgeous thigh.”
Julia giggled. “I don’t need to do that to show you some leg. This skirt splits all on its own.”
“We know. Believe me, we’ve noticed.”
She could feel a little heat rise to her cheeks, but she nevertheless crossed her legs the way he’d asked, knowing Max would see thigh from his angle too.
“Right, lean forward and give us a bit of a look at your cleavage.”
“Doesn’t really show in this dress.”
“Okay then, never mind. Stand up and turn round, please, Julia. Spread your feet about shoulder width apart.”
She was following his instructions and, glancing at the laptop, winked at the webcam. Julia wasn’t worrying about Max watching any more. Now she couldn’t see him, it didn’t bother her.
“Right, now bend over at the waist, keeping your legs straight. Place your elbows on the couch cushion.”
A shiver ran down her back as she realized how her butt would look in a picture like this. Steve dropped to his knees and then crouched down low behind her, shooting up. She was sure he’d be in Jim’s camera shot as he took pictures from further away. She couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of a shot Steve was getting from down there. Things were heating up fast.
“Now, I want to rearrange this skirt, okay?”
“Sure.” She swallowed hard, staying bent over as she was as Steve scrambled to his feet. Looking back behind her, she could see Jim had moved closer too. The light feathery touch on her butt made her gasp as, reaching out, Steve grasped a few of the strands of her skirt and pulled them to the side. She knew what effect that would have. Max had experimented in the mirror with her before he stripped the dress from her and fucked her the night before. Steve moved around to the other side and did the same. She could feel air blowing across her naked thighs and tried hard not to shiver, knowing any movement would shake the skirt back into place.
“Stand up, sweetie, and turn around to face us.”
She did so and tried to control her breathing. She watched as both men lowered the aim point of their cameras and twisted the zoom ring on the lens to focus on her chest. She knew her nipples were already hard, but she glanced down to confirm they were showing—they were.
“You feeling okay, Julia?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Time to get your sexy on, sweetie.”
“What…what do you want me to do?”
Steve looked at Jim and, seeing him mouth the word thong, she knew what the instruction was likely to be.
“Stand on the couch, please, sweetie, facing us. Make sure you’re balanced well, and then slip your thong off.”
She’d expected the thong order, but not the standing on the couch. Steve held out his hand, helping her step up and then turn around on the cushion that gave alarmingly under her weight. She swayed as she tried to stand still.
“I’ll send you the bill for a new cushion cover if my heels rip this.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure that couch has seen much harder use, shoes or no shoes.”
She gasped and knew she was blushing again as Steve’s comment about her married sex life hit home.
“Lose the panties, sweetie. We want to see what you look like without them.”
Julia took a deep breath and then reached in from the sides, separating the strands of the skirt to reach under the tiny half-slip to pull down her panties. The one big advantage of the flapper style skirt was that she didn’t have to lift the whole thing up to remove her
underwear. Not that it was a big advantage in any other situation, but she couldn’t help the way her mind was thinking. She bounced up and down gently on the couch as her hands reappeared holding the thong, and she slid it down her legs. Once she was clear of the skirt, she let go and watched as both men concentrated on the slow fall of the scrap of satin down her legs. Steve even moved in for a close-up as it lay on top of her feet.
“Stand still. I’m going to take another up-skirt shot.”
She tried not to hyperventilate as she did as he said. This time she could watch as he dropped to the floor and crawled to the edge of the couch underneath her. The big lens of his camera pointed up.
“Julia, look away. I need to use the flash to see up there, it’s too shadowed.”
She did as he said, fixing her gaze on Jim who’d stopped taking pictures for the moment and was standing there watching her, a hungry look in his eyes. Steve hadn’t meant it was dark up her skirt. What he’d really meant was he couldn’t see her pussy! The flash gun on his camera fired again and again and she was glad he’d told her to look away.
Once more, he scrambled back to his feet. “While you’re there, lose the black lace thing too.”
“You mean the slip.”
“That’s the one.”
With that gone, if she as much as moved in this dress she was in danger of the strings parting and revealing her pussy to them. Did it really matter, though? After all, the next thing to happen would be for her to lose the dress.
Soon the lace half-slip was gathered around her feet and she tried hard to stand perfectly still. Steve offered her a hand, allowing her to step one foot clear of the tangle of her underwear, and then down off the couch. As she stepped down, she was aware of Jim snapping shot after shot and guessed he was getting flashed more than she wanted, but again, why worry. She could feel the way her body was responding to the exposure and the imminent exposure of even more. If Steve had managed to get a clear beaver shot up her skirt, then she was pretty sure he’d have seen her outer folds were moist.
Steve smiled at her. “I’m going to give you a choice, sweetie.”
“You are?”
“Turn around and lean on the couch like you did before, and let me arrange the skirt.”
She shivered. “Or?”
“Let me take off the dress while Jim takes pictures.”
“Is there a third choice?”
“Of course.”
“Well?” She frowned at him but he just laughed.
“You can stand between my legs as I sit on the couch shooting up into your face while you lap dance out of your dress.”
She pursed her lips. “I’ll go for the first option.”
“Good choice, sweetie. In any case, we’ll use the other options on other outfits.”
There was little point in objecting. She’d known what would be happening today, ever since last night. She’d resigned herself to the fact she was going to get touched, a lot. She turned to face the couch and leaned over, placing her elbows on the cushion where her feet had just been. She knew they would be shooting beaver in this position, and very soon. She felt the light touch on her skin again, but this time the skirt was being drawn further out to the side, more of it too, leaving her with much less protection. She tried not to move, not wanting to make the skirt shake, and tried hard to think of something else. Finally, she settled on thinking about ways to spend the big pile of cash upstairs—on things she wanted, they wanted, and not waste it.
She smiled as she imagined Max’s face when he came home to find a brand new top-of-the-range coffee machine sitting on the kitchen counter. This was worth it for that alone.
By the time Steve told her to stand and lose the dress, she was smiling naturally again, her earlier discomfort forgotten as she shimmied out of the dress, then turned around to pose for the two men. She had her fingers clasped behind her neck, her back arched, and her legs parted. One knee was flexed, her toes lifted from the floor, allowing her knees to part even more. Between them, she knew they could see a wet pussy protruding from between her legs.
She was excited, and expected them to tell her to drop to the floor or the couch and touch herself, but Steve surprised her.
“That’s a wrap. Take five, sweetie. Get your breath back, and then go and put on your next outfit.”
“We’re done?”
“With that outfit, you sexy little bitch.”
“Language!”
“Sorry, but you are a sweet, sexy little thing. So, how sexy is the second outfit?”
“Very sexy. But you’ll have to wait and see.”
“You don’t want us to come up and help you into it?”
She grinned and shook her head. “No thanks.”
“Can’t blame a man for trying.”
“As long as you don’t blame the woman for refusing.”
“Oh, we won’t and you won’t in a bit—refuse us, that is.”
She shivered as if there was a sudden chill in the room.
* * * *
Since she was already naked, it didn’t take Julia long to put the second outfit on. Steve and Jim’s only stipulation beyond the first dress being the one she’d worn last night was that she wore outfits she’d wear out of the house.
Max had suggested the outfit she’d worn to the nightclub, only this time she was to substitute a strapless satin bra. He’d suggested she go commando under the denim skirt. After all, she’d gotten into the cab that way. She’d shivered at the naughty prospect and she shivered now as she pulled the skirt down into place, snugging the waist down as low as possible to bring the hem-line down closer to mid-thigh.
Walking downstairs, she could feel how damp the top of her thighs were and knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge into a climax. Her thighs rubbed together with every step. She had to bite back a moan as she turned at the bottom of the stairs and struck a pose for the men to drink in her outfit.
“Wow! Seriously? You’d go outside like that?”
She smiled and forced herself to stop biting her lip. “We went to a club about a month ago.”
“What sort of club?”
“A nightclub—you know, to dance. What sort of club did you think I meant?”
She walked into the family room and stood waiting for one of them to tell her how to pose. Jim handed her a bottle of water and she smiled a thanks.
“You went dancing like that?”
“Yeah. Actually, I wore a different bra. I didn’t intend to take that off in the club. I’m pretty sure you’ll want that off first.”
Steve noticed the careful wording and pounced like a striking snake. “You mean you didn’t intend to take it off, or you did take it off?”
Julia couldn’t prevent a shiver running down her back and she guessed the heat rising to her face told him the answer.
“Fuck me! You did take it off!”
Jim was watching her closely. “No, mate. I don’t think she took it off. I think she let someone take it off.”
Her blush deepened still further.
“And I bet that someone wasn’t her husband.”
“Stop it.”
“What about your panties?”
She let out a sigh and her voice sounded very small as she replied. “Those, too.” Then she looked straight into Steve’s face. “Which is why I’m not wearing any tonight.”
He pursed his lips and imitated a whistle. “You are a hot little thing on the sly, aren’t you? Jim, how do you want her posing for this set?”
Jim shrugged. “Bra off, on her back, legs akimbo, feet pointing at the ceiling. That’ll do for a start.”
She stared at him open-mouthed, her mind filled with just how obscene that pose would be. The two men looked at her expression and burst into laughter.
“Joking, sweetie-pie. Joking.”
She glared at them both and then ostentatiously sniffed and moved to the center of the room and waited. She smiled and started tapping her foot as if she was impatie
nt. The two photographers laughed again and moved to stand in front of her.
“I’m taking the lead this time, giving this reprobate the chance to recharge his pacemaker battery.”
“Enough.”
“So, actually, if you don’t mind, we’re going to take a couple of pictures like that and then we want you to lose your bra.”
“Okay.”
She posed as Jim directed for a couple of minutes and then he nodded to her. “Lose the bra. Let those tits swing free.”
Reaching behind her back, Julia released the catch and the satin lost its tension across her chest. The next bit was more awkward. There was no way to retrieve the bra without undoing a couple of buttons or pulling the blouse out of her skirt. She elected to do the latter and then gently shook herself, dislodging the bra. Both men took several shots as the bra fell away, revealing her chest through the all but transparent top, and she caught the bra as it fell out of the bottom of her blouse. She went to tuck the blouse back in but Jim stopped her.
“No panties?”
She shivered. “No, as I said, I’m commando.”
“Right, nice. Now undo the bottom button on your skirt. You look sexy in that top like that, fucking sexy.”
The two men nodded to each other and she thought Jim mouthed something to Steve but she didn’t catch it. They both changed the settings on their cameras and the flashes popped up.
“Let’s change the background a little. We’ll move into the kitchen.”
“Okay.”
“Obviously, we’ll be using flash so be careful with your eyes. These flashes are more powerful than those on your camera.”
“Thanks, Steve. I’ll remember.”
She walked through to the kitchen, aware the two men were following. She was acutely aware they were walking her away from where her husband was watching via the webcams, but he’d still be able to see the kitchen, and hear them—just not close up. Julia wondered what Max’s reaction to the two men winkling out the embarrassing story of her nightclub trip would be. She doubted he’d be too happy about them knowing. It was too late now, though. She’d told them, although not in detail.
