Friend's wife put on a show for me

I told my friend that his wife looked particularly nice tonight.  He told me to come over to his house.  I couldn't believe what he had invited me over to see.  His delicious wife put on quite a show for me.  We all had a lot of fun, and she ended up getting herself off while we watched.

Couple photography

I got a response to an ad, asking if I would be willing to do a couple photoshoot.  I agreed, but asked if he could send me a picture, so I could start getting ideas.  I was hesitant, because I wanted to take exciting pictures, and I didn't know how adventurous they would be.  To my surprise, he quickly responded with a picture of both of them standing sideways, completely naked. He was pressed up against her ass, reaching around, holding her boobs. I quickly agreed to do a shoot with them.  He responded with another picture taken in a mirror.  She was sitting on the counter, showing her tits, plus her knees were up, legs open, showing her pussy.

I had a lot of fun, planning the shoot.  He made it very clear to me that they liked to have people watch them.  One story he proudly told me was about them having sex in a hotel hot tub while another man watched and jerked off.  His wife was an exhibitionist, and he was sure that many guys had received full views of her while she was out in bars.  I told him I would use the camera to show him what they had seen, and he really liked that idea.  In addition, I set up a private shoot with her, and he had no problem with that, because he had set up a camera so he would hide and watch while I brought out her slutty side.  He insisted that I might have to put the camera down at some point, because she sucks a mean dick, and I should consider anything that happened as just fine with him.

She answered the door with a coy smile when I arrived.  After inviting me in, she turned and walked into their sitting room. I could see just a hint of her ass peaking out from the bottom of her dress as she walked, slowly swinging her hips.  I thought about how her husband told me she never wore any underwear beneath these dresses, and my pulse quickened.  I greeted him for the first time, and we each sat down with a drink to get to know each other.

I was transfixed by this woman as we sat and made small talk. She sat perched on a barstool, her legs crossed. The long line of her legs continued into the curve of her bare ass on the seat, her dress had clearly given up trying to cover those cheeks.  Her thin, low cut dress revealed the outline of her breasts, and her pert nipples were clearly aroused.  She caught my eyes and slowly uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, watching me the whole time as I got the show her husband told me she loved to give.  After the show, I glanced quickly at him to make sure everything was still good, and he flashed a big smile.  He was enjoying himself immensely.

I decided to dispel any tension at this point, and pulled out my camera.  You like to give guys shows in bars, I asked. She nodded, and recrossed her legs again. This time I was capturing it the whole time. She played with me, teasing the camera, sometimes holding her hand over her pussy as she opened it.  Holding her legs open, feet on the ground, she leaned forward and caressed the neckline of her dress, barely revealing one of her hard nipples.  Then she laughed, and returned to her original position on the stool, although her nipple did not make it back inside the dress.  Why don't I get you another drink, she said, and stood to walk over to the bar.  I continued to snap pictures of her as she did this, since she did not bother to pull her dress down.  Her ass was completely out, and, as promised, not even a tiny thong marred the view. As she turned to bring me the drink, I zoomed in on her thighs and pussy which was just visible underneath the hiked up dress.

Again, I glanced at her husband as she went to sit with him on the couch.  I could see him readjusting himself in his pants, and she helped him a little after she sat down.  This time she brought up one leg onto the couch, kind of sitting on her heel.  She was facing me, and I couldn't help but snap a few more pictures.  Her pussy was completely open to me, her dress now resting on her waistline as she sipped another drink.  He saw it what I as taking pictures of, and reached over to brush his fingers on her soft pussy lips.  We sat for a few more minutes like this, and then I told him that they should have a little fun.

He sat up on the arm of the couch, and pulled her up to stand between his legs.  His hands slid up her thighs until they rested on her bare ass cheeks.  We had talked about how much we both wanted to see this happen.  I was taking pictures of all of it, and I crouched down a little behind her to get what would happen next.  He squeezed her full ass in each hand, then spread her cheeks, revealing her tightly puckered asshole and glistening pussy to the camera.  One of his fingers teased her asshole, while another glided between her labia.  She moaned with desire, then looked over her shoulder at me to watch as I captured this very sensual moment.  From our previous conversations, I knew how excited her husband was that I was seeing this whole thing.  They continued to kiss, touch, caress and fondle each other until she was lying naked on top of him as they lay on the couch.

I suggested a new pose for them.  I had him sit on the couch, while she sat on his shoulders facing him with her legs hanging over the back of the couch.  That way he could enjoy a meal of pussy, and I could get some very interesting pictures of it all.  That went over really well.  It was amusing to watch him try to focus on eating her while he was distracted by me circling them, taking pictures of her enticing body in a very erotic and open pose. She clearly enjoyed all of it: the clitoral stimulation, the openness of their sexuality, and the photographer capturing it all. As I worked my way around the couch, I couldn't help but reach out and brush my fingers across her nipple.  We locked eyes as I touched her.  I could sense that her husband knew I was doing it because the licking stopped for a couple seconds.  I dropped my hand, but lightly drew my fingers across her thigh before I picked up the camera again and continued to circle them.  Her eyes followed the camera as he returned to licking.  A moment or two later, she swung her legs down and returned to sit on the couch.

We turned on some music, and I told her to dance for him.  I took pictures of both of them as he watched.  Her movements were intoxicating, but all of us were too aroused to just sit and watch her for very long. This only lasted for a song or two, and then he excused himself.  He said that he did not want his wife to feel inhibited in any way by his presence during her solo shoot.  She walked over and straddled his lap and gave him a long kiss before he left.  I noticed that she had left a shiny wet spot on the leg of his pants.

There we were.  Alone with permissions.  She was naked except for her sexy heels, which only made her legs 5 inches longer.  She asked me if I needed another drink, or if we should just go to her room to check out her clothes for the shoot.  As calmly as I could, because I was getting  very excited watching her slowly dance her hips back and forth, I said lets check out your clothes.  Following her slowly walk down the hall to her room is one of the most provocative images I have ever seen.  She could hear my camera click occasionally, and for a few steps she turned her eyes over her shoulder to look directly at me.  No smile, just a suggestive stare.

Once we got to her room, she broke her sultry character and laughed at me.  Relax, she said, let's have some fun.  She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her walk-in closet to show me her lingerie collection.  It was a really exciting experience, being so close to this man's naked wife, for no other purpose than to enjoy her sexuality, knowing he might be watching.  She was having a lot of fun teasing me, and she purposefully brushed her body against mine several times.  Sometimes she would reach across me to grab something, and drag her erect nipples across my arm on the way back.  Other times she would bend over to pull on stockings or something like that and lean her butt against my crotch.  Again, I couldn't help but reach around and feel her boobs or her ass, which is what she wanted.  I was starting to feel as comfortable as she was.  After about 10 minutes of trying on and posing in several different lingerie outfits, she laughingly said that clothes weren't really going to be very important, were they.  She stripped down one last time, walked into the room and left me alone in the closet.  I took a deep breath again, checked my camera, and followed her into her room.

I found her sitting back in a deep armchair. She was nearly laying down, her heels on the edge of the seat, holding her ass off the chair.  Her legs were wide open, and I snapped away as she fingered herself.  I tried to capture the clenching of her ass compared to how it hung when it was relaxed. She had two fingers deep inside now, and she was moaning loudly.  I wondered if her husband could hear her.  Remembering that he was watching from somewhere, I put the camera down and stood over her.  I leaned over the arm of the chair and fully grabbed one of her breasts as the other one rocked with her gentle writhing.  She looked up at me and moved her free hand to my pants.  Her husband had told me she would want to know if I was aroused, and what she felt confirmed that she was doing just that.  She smiled and tried to wrap her fingers around me, but my pants were too tight. I stepped back, and took a few pictures of her chest as her tits moved slowly in time with her gyrations.

Before she finished, she pulled her fingers out of her dripping pussy and slowly licked them while she watched me photograph this erotic moment.  She had to be going crazy, getting close to orgasm twice already.  She slowly stood, and walked over to the bed.  I told her she should put on another show for me, this time on the bed.  She nodded, and proceeded to move herself around the bed, posing in all sorts of positions, often showing me her pussy; sometimes hiding it from the camera in an incredibly provocative sort of way.  She asked me if I was still turned on, and I laughed. Of course I was.  I was also wondering what her husband must be thinking, watching his wife put on a naked masturbation show for a stranger in their bedroom.  Then it got really crazy.

She crawled over to the edge of the bed and bent over, pushing her ass and pussy up into the air toward me.  Do you want to see what I taste like, she asked.  More than anything, I thought to myself as I took a couple close-up shots of her most intimate of areas.  I reached out a finger and slid it into her pussy.  It went in easily, although she had already started to tighten up again after her recent fingering .  A soft squeal escaped her lips as she felt me slip inside her.  I pulled out my finger slowly, and she met my gaze as I brought it to my mouth. Maybe it was just because of the eroticism of this experience, but pussy juice has never tasted better.  She wiggled her ass at me and said I should have taken a bigger taste.  Then she quickly turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.  She took the camera from my hand and set it on the bed, then expertly opened my pants and freed my throbbing dick.  Her husband was right, I wasn't able to hang onto the camera for the whole shoot.

 The blowjob I received from her was also of the highest quality.  It was a challenge not to lose it in her mouth, but I didn't want it that way.  I pulled out of her to her surprise, and pushed her onto the bed.  I sat back against the headboard, and had her sit down on me.  She rode me energetically up and down, swinging her tits and rubbing her clit.  There was no effort at being quiet, and again I briefly wondered what her husband was thinking at this moment.  I was very close again, so I threw her off and pushed her onto all fours.  I quickly moved in, pounding her doggy style.  She loudly cried out each time I slapped her ass.  At last, I pulled out and pushed her over on her back just as my load exploded all over her chest and even her face.  I reached over and grabbed the camera to memorialize the moment.  She looked at me suggestively as she wiped the cum from her face and then licked her fingers clean.  She grabbed some more cum from her chest and then used it as additional lubricant to continue masturbating.  I continued to take pictures, and somehow I grabbed my pants and pulled them back on.

I heard a noise at the door, and her husband walked in.  He leaned in the doorway for a minute, watching.  At first, I was not sure if I had crossed a line.  She did not seem to be worried, because after a few seconds she let out a loud moan and writhed on the bed in ecstasy.  She looked back and caught her husband's eyes, as this happened, and it must be one of the most beautiful emotions I have ever captured in a picture.

He quickly lost his clothes, his own dick as fully erect and wanting in on the action.  I captured many more beautiful and erotic moments as they fully enjoyed each other.

He never mentioned that I fucked his wife in his bed, but when I put his photo package together I did include a couple of pictures of her with my cum. 

Deep Cleavage

Last night we went out downtown.  The girls all dressed sexy, but I’ll tell you about my SIL in particular.  As I’ve mentioned before, she has big natural DDs and she likes to show them off, although her husband gets pretty jealous and tells her to cover them up.  Last night I walked into their house and instantly knew it would be a good night.  She was wearing a long dress.  The spaghetti straps held up two triangles of fabric that struggled to hold in her enormous tits.  The dress had a very low back as well, which made it impossible for her to wear a bra.  Not only did 1/3 of her tits make up the visible cleavage, you could see underneath her tits from the side because it was so lowcut.  No one can help but stare at braless, natural DDs in a very low cut dress.  It was glorious to watch her tits jiggle as she walked around the house.  Her husband complained, but I couldn’t wait to get out of the house with her.  

Another friend was there too, already pretty drunk.  Apparently her drunk move is to bend over and wag her ass in your face.  Not a bad move, especially when she is wearing high heels and a very short dress.  I caught a few peeks of her pussy covered by a white thong before we even left the house.  

The next few hours were spent trying to be in a good position to check out SIL’s tits.  She kept drinking, but she was still alert enough to remember to periodically push her tits back into the dress.  There is something so entrancing about waiting for a big pair of boobs to fall out of a dress.  It’s inevitable, and you don’t want to miss it.  I still haven’t seen her nipples yet, and I really want to.  

The girls finally couldn’t wait any longer, and I went with them to the dance floor.  I knew this was my best shot.  I was so turned on, holding my wife’s ass as it grinded on me while I watched her sister’s tits bounce in front of her.  SIL was ready to party, and she was bouncing her boobs around like crazy.  She didn’t wear that dress to pretend like she didn’t have big titties.  It was great to look inside her dress to see the bottom of her tits bouncing up and down.  She still had them strapped in tightly though, and I didn’t even get a peek at a nipple.

I stepped back to watch other guys grope and caress the girls.  Their friend in the short skirt backed off the dance floor.  Right in front of me, she pulled her dress up, completely exposing her ass.  She readjusted her thong between her cheeks before she pulled the dress back down.  I hadn’t expected to see that, but it was a nice diversion since I has not getting into my SIL’s dress.

The girls got tired of being groped, so they made the obvious decision to start dancing on the stage.  They all went crazy on each other up there, and the crowd enjoyed the show.  My wife started making out with one of her friends up there.  Still though, even with all the bouncing, SIL’s boobs stayed put.  I knew that since she was up on that stage, every guy in there was thinking the same thing that I was.  I hoped that one of them could tease her tits out.  

The girls got tired out, and met me at the bar.  SIL, still excited, put her arms around me and started grinding.  She grabbed me from the side, so I could feel her tits rubbing on my arm, which rested right in that magical cleavage.  She said Look Sis, I am grinding on your husband.  I tried unsuccessfully to position my elbow to push her dress off her shoulder to expose her breast.  In the meantime, I enjoyed having my arm nestled in the softness of her big tits.  The night ended soon after that, her tits still locked away behind those straining cotton triangles.  I made progress, because now I have felt her boobs, but I will have to wait for another night to actually see them.

Last night was a good night

Last night was a good night, and I am excited to share it with you all.  I went to a community festival that is known for topless girls and painted breasts.  I decided to take advantage of the views, and the girls were accommodating.  I entered the festival and meandered through the crowds for a while, scoping things out.  Things went well from there.

Walking straight toward me was a woman with caramel skin and a pair of completely bare natural D breasts.  They hung very nicely, gently moving with each step she took.  She passed directly by me, giving me a great close-up view.  My wife, walking beside me, looked at me and smiled, knowing I was enjoying myself.  

We continued to walk, and a younger woman appeared directly in front of us.  She walked quickly by, directly across our view.  She had a great set of perky tits, also completely uncovered.  They were a great, perky set of C’s, with nicely pokey nipples.  The direction she was walking gave me and my wife a perfect side view.  Unfortunately, they disappeared quickly into the crowd.  My wife smiled at me again, and as soon as we sat down she excitedly told them that we had seen some great tits already.

I kicked back to listen to enjoy the music up on stage, keeping a sharp eye out for any more adventurous young women.  Before long, I spotted her.  She appeared right in front of the stage, facing away from me.  She was tall and skinny, with long straight hair.  Her darkly tanned skin looked gorgeous in contrast with her white booty shorts.  That’s all she was wearing.  She kept running one of her hands through her hair, but she never brought it over her shoulders to cover her bare breasts.  I tried to will her to turn to face the crowd, but the best I got was a 45 degree turn for a nice side-boob view while her arm was raised.  Finally, she turned to leave the stage, and briefly flashed me her entire chest.  Again, no paint, just small bare breasts.  She was a great picture.  The way her skin glowed and her arms looked while she played with her hair tantalized me so much.  I was very sad to see her leave, and although I looked for her, I never got a closer look.

After she left, I scanned the crowd around me.  Happily, directly in my new view, was yet another topless girl.  She was arranging things on her blanket, or something. I couldn’t tell, because her bare tits had me distracted.  She was topless in denim shorts, and was facing me straight on.  Every time she bent down, her natural breasts hung down and swung around.  She bent over five or six times.  All of a sudden, she disappeared with her friend, and I had nothing to look at for a while.  Well, no tits to look at anyway.  My wife started dirty dancing with her friend on our blanket.  They had the attention of everyone around us.  The two sat down on the blanket in between songs and my wife's friend met my eyes, then leaned over and licked my wife's cleavage.  We smiled at each other, then another song started playing.  My dirty girls jumped up to go dance in front of the stage. I didn’t want to get in their way, so I went out for some more exploring.  

There were a lot of smoking hot girls walking around, wearing bras, bikini tops, tube tops, or lowcut dresses with an excessive amount of cleavage.  The girls were working hard for us guys.  One woman wore an open jean jacket, clearly wearing nothing underneath.  For all the sex appeal though, I was having trouble finding any bare chests.  Then I spotted a circle of people sitting under a tree.  A girls back had the words “need paint” on it.  I headed over to see if she had found any.

She had, as had four of the girls in the circle.  They were young and fit, with sweet white skin.  Their breasts were covered with colorful paint, one had a rainbow on her chest.  From the side, I noticed that one girl’s breasts refused to sag, even though she was sitting Indian-style and leaning forward.  I perved.  I did.  I walked around the circle twice, looking at the girls’ chest artwork.  Others were standing around watching, so I wasn’t acknowledged, which made me feel better.  I thoroughly enjoyed the show.  Then I noticed another girl standing with a couple of guys nearby.

Her tanned back did not have any strings or covering, and she clearly was not covering her chest as she talked to those guys.  I headed toward her and heard her ask where the belly dancing stage was.  I looked at her curved hips and long skirt and thought that I would love to watch her dance and swing.  I walked around her to see her from the front.  I continued to think about her moving her hips as I saw her softly rounded belly underneath her colorfully painted breasts.  She smiled at me as I stopped short and stared directly at her, clearly looking her up and down.  I smiled, and instinctively asked if I could get a picture of her paint.  She surprised me by saying sure, and then posed for me.  Thankfully, I did not drop my camera as I got a quick shot.  She asked if she could see it, and came to stand next to me to see it.  I felt her nipple brush my arm, so I gently pushed my arm into her breast.  She softly laughed and apologized for brushing my arm with her boob, but I told her she never needed to apologize for touching someone with her breast.  I told her she looked great, and she seemed pleased with the picture too.  As I got ready to leave, she put her arms out and said she was giving everyone a hug.  I didn't see her hug the first guys, but in my experience, you don’t refuse a hug from a topless girl, so I pulled her close.  I enjoyed feeling her soft skin on her lower back.  As I stepped back, I drew my hand around her side and held my palm against her stomach as I told her again how great she looked.  She smiled sweetly, and we parted ways.

The idea of pictures hadn’t occurred to me before my adventure started, but that went well, so I thought I’d try again.  I went back to the circle and touched one girl on the shoulder.  She looked up at me, and I asked if I could take a picture of her paint.  She only thought about it for a second before she stood up and checked herself out.  She told me it wouldn’t be a problem, since her breasts still looked like mushrooms.  Whatever, I still don’t see it.  But I did see her cute breasts.  Her pierced nipples were clearly visible through the red paint.  Two pictures down; no hug on that one though.  I thanked her and just walked away.  This was getting awesome.

I walked some more, and saw a girl bending over looking through a bag, and thought I saw some hanging breasts over that bag.  I walked up to her to see if I could get her picture, then noticed that a guy was standing close to her.  He didn’t look happy, and I decided to egg him on a bit.  I asked if she was his, and she stood up and smiled.  So did the orange butterfly flitting in front of her bare chest.  He didn’t say anything, so I asked her if I could take a picture of her paint.  She looked at the guy, seeming to know that he was getting angry, but she said ok.  She just asked if I would keep her face out of it.  I assured her that I would, but let’s be honest, I didn’t really care about that.  I took two shots, from different angles just to make the guy a little angrier, thanked her, and walked away.  If you can’t handle guys looking at your girl’s bare breasts, don’t hang out with her when she’s topless.

I was in a great mood, and I couldn’t believe my luck.  One girl turned down a photo op, but I was 3 of 4.  Crazy good odds.  I thought that my night couldn’t get any better, but then I saw the trio.  Tiny pink shorts and two long skirts.  How could I walk by that without doing anything.  I walked right up and asked if I could get a picture.  There was one guy already talking to them, but at least two were free, right?  He thought a picture was a great idea.  As they lined up, one saw my ring and asked where my wife was.  I laughed that she was dancing with a girlfriend, and that satisfied any concerns she may have had.  I snapped a couple of the six beautiful bare tits, then he tapped me on the shoulder.  You want to get in there?  I’ll take pictures for you.  I stepped in, wrapping my arms around them.  After a couple of pictures, I couldn’t resist.  My hands were already right underneath two girls' boobs.  I moved my right hand up and grabbed Shorts’ right breast.  It felt so full and soft, although her dark nipple was hard under my fingers.  Shocked, she reached up and grabbed my hand while the other two girls laughed.  The picture line broke up.  Worried that I had overstepped my welcome, I thanked them and quickly left.  I don’t think they minded too much though, because I saw a picture of the trio on Instagram with another guy later that night.  Then I think I saw Pink Shorts on Instagram topless in black shorts a couple days later.  I like to think that grabbing her boob encouraged her to stay topless to help make the world a more beautiful place. My only regret is that I did not grab White Skirt's boob too.

I returned to my wife, and we enjoyed the rest of the night.  On the way home, she told me she would be going back tomorrow.  She enjoyed the breasts as much as I did.  Well, maybe not quite as much.  But she told me she was planning on going topless tomorrow, so I should come too.  I asked if she was going to paint her D boobs, or just leave them bare, and she said probably bare.  Let’s hope tonight is another great night.

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Friends at the pool

My girlfriend and I spent a lot of time at my pool this summer.  The yard is secluded, so it was always a very relaxing time.  She liked to have friends over, and they loved to come.  My pool area was a great place for things to happen.

Occasionally, my girlfriend, D wore a bikini while she laid out.  This afternoon was one of those days.  I walked out the back door and she was laying in the sun with two of her friends.  It always pleased me to walk out onto the patio to see beautiful young women enjoying the sun on their bare skin.  They were playing and laughing and didn't see me walk out, so I slipped back inside and fixed up a batch of margaritas for them.  When I delivered my gift to them, they were very appreciative.

I laid down on a chair next to them and joined their conversation.  They were discussing fake boobs, because one of D's friends had recently gotten a pair.  The girls, with various sized natural boobs, were generally in favor of naturals, but did have an appreciation for the new set.  D liked to take advantage of any opportunity to feel another girl up, so she suggested they compare each others' boobs.  That suggestion may have been for my benefit, but I wasn't going to stop them.  As soon as she pulled her natural C's out of her bikini top, the other girls thought it sounded like a good idea too.  They would not hear any complaining from me.

D suggested that I should try them all out and give my opinion.  I gave each pair my best effort, cupping and gently squeezing each pair of breasts.  Her friend T's natural DD's got the most attention, though.  There was something about that extra fullness that I could not take myself away from.  D came over and fondled one of them while I fondled the other.  T laughed and said she thought that settled it.  Natural DD's were the best.

Not to be ignored, R pulled off her bottoms and bent over a chair.  He natural B's were nice and perky, and barely changed shape as she hung them toward the ground.  She insisted that her ass more than made up for her small boobs, and wanted me to get a good feel.  I glanced at D, but she was still distracted with the DD she had in both hands.

I walked over to R and cupped one cheek, but I told her she would need to stand up so I could get the full effect.  I have to admit, for a slim, tight body she had an ass that could jiggle with the best of them.  As I squeezed and pinched her ass with one hand, I slid the other around to fondle one of her breasts.  Still not quite sure if I was crossing a line with D, I looked over to see her deeply kissing T while they both felt each other's' breasts.  I figured I was going to be ok.

The rest of the afternoon involved a lot of playful kissing and touching and very little clothing.  I was sad to see them leave, but they promised to come back for another fun afternoon very soon.

My New Favorite Photographer

I am an aspiring photographer.  Looking for inspiration, I came across Julian Humphries. Someday, I will take pictures like his, but until then, I will enjoy his work.  You will too.

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