It’s her job to tease men. But this is taking things to another level.
My wife is beautiful and men want her. She knows how to take advantage of that, to twirl us around her fingers and bend us to her will. As a model, she draws their eyes but when one fan asks for more I think it just might be more than I can take.
He wants to see her with a man, with a real man. He wants pictures of the two of them together. He wants to drink in the sight of it and she has the perfect partner for this job.
Jake is another model, stunningly gorgeous and gifted in so many big ways. He’s up for the challenge, up for posing with my wife, and I know it’s because posing isn’t all he wants to do.
But what I didn’t know is how much she wants it too. The chemistry between the two of them is palpable. Their electric shock of need hits even me and it makes me know that I can’t deny my own truth.
I want to see this happen. I want them to go farther than just posed pictures. I want to be powerless, watching while my wife is taken by a real man.
I want my only job to be capturing it all on camera.
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“Take the picture, Hank,” she said, her voice almost frustrated.
I’d been standing there transfixed, watching. With a blush of shame I clicked away, a dozen pictures in this pose alone.
Her naked body was so close to his. Her firm breasts nearly brushing against his chest. Her nipples hard, achingly hard and asking for someone to play with them but that wasn’t on the agenda for today.
I snapped picture after picture as his hands moved up to her face and cradled it, as they slipped down to her shoulders and pressed her down to her knees. As she fell down and came eye to eye with his bulge that had thickened since all of this started.
Next a series of photos, her hands sliding up his thighs, her fingers then curling into the top of his boxers, her head ducking forward as she pressed her cheek against his fabric clad bulge.
From over his shoulder I caught shots of her eyes, the potent look of lust in them ostensibly just play, just pretend, but it all looked so real to me. Sophie was a professional, but maybe she didn’t have to fake this one. Maybe having this man here and so close to what she needed would be enough for her to actually and truly feel what she desired.
She slid his boxers down achingly slowly and I think I must have taken a hundred shots as it came down. I caught every moment, as inch after inch of his thick and gorgeous shaft came into view, as the fabric gave way against the unrelenting strength of it and it popped up and out and took her by surprise.
It slapped into her cheek and she gasped as her eyes went wide with shock. She didn’t pull back though, she savored the warmth of him on her skin as she reached up and she slipped her hands around the base of him.
“Guess we don’t need to worry about you getting ready,” she chuckled, “Can you just get hard on command?”
“Something like that,” Jake said, “But I mean it helps to have the proper inspiration.”
They were flirting, right here in front of me. My wife was flirting with another man and she had her hand on his cock, her mouth hovering right near the edge of him.
It was obscene, it was lewd, and I fucking lived for it.
I caught the images of her stroking him, for his pleasure more than for any need to get him harder. I caught lust-filled pictures of her pressing his cock against her cheek, her eyes going deep with lust as her body went tense with anticipation. Shots of her tongue, close up and looking like the head of him was resting on the flat of it. Of her beneath him with his cock running from her chin to her forehead with her eyes heavy-lidded on either side of it.
Even one shot from the back of him. Her body kneeling and his ass in center frame. She had her hand on his right cheek, and she squeezed as I snapped shot after shot of the sight of it.
That was when I heard it. Jake grunting slightly and trying to pass it off as him clearing his throat. Sophie laughing lightly and squeezing his ass a little tighter before letting it go.
I spun slowly around to the front and when she saw me she moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft and shot a look at the camera. She was playing it up for the audience, taking her time stroking him while her hand got closer and closer.
And her tongue slipped out, the head of him teasing so close to her tongue. Her lips going wide as she turned her head around to face the front of him, stretching herself to her maximum and letting him in.