Beach Photo Shoot
written by:
Toronto

"No way. Too crowded," Gloria protested. "There are maybe a dozen people on this entire beach!" I tried to counter. "I told you that I don't want any gawkers. I will take pictures for you, but no one else."

My wife is a paradox. She has a smoking hot body that she keeps in shape, but she always dresses conservatively. She is a sex fiend, but I am the only person who knows, unless....

Gloria takes every step to keep her sexiness private, but if someone tricks or discovers her, then all inhibitions go out the window. I guess she figures that she tried her best, so it is no longer her fault. I, of course, am always trying to get her to cross that line.

We were in Australia on a business trip and I was desperately trying to get her to pose naked for some photos on a beach. There are no real beaches back home and Gloria is always petrified that she will be recognized. But I thought I had her excuses beat by finding an out-of-the-way beach in Queensland. It was midweek, so it was even more deserted. But Gloria was a no-go. I was about to put the camera bag back in the car when I tried to plead one more time.

"What if we could find a completely deserted beach? Then would you pose for me?" "As if you would stop with just photos," she pouted. "I want to catch some sun and I am not going on a wild chase just so you can live out some fantasy you've had since you were—"

"Excuse me, Miss," I asked a young woman who was walking by after a jog. "Do you know of any beaches nearby that are more secluded than this one?"

The young woman gave me a strange look. Maybe it was my American accent, maybe it was the fact that the beach we were on was practically deserted already.

"Look," Gloria interrupted, "my husband wants to take some photos of me - some rather intimate photos of me - and we need privacy." Here I was trying to be discrete and...well, this is how the fun often begins, so maybe I should let her be direct.

"Um," the jogger replied, "there is a cove past those rocks down there. It isn't very big and it is hard to get to, so I doubt anyone would choose to go there."

I looked at Gloria. She looked at me. I tried to give my best puppy-dog eyes.

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face and bring your camera," my wife said, suppressing her own mischievous grin. I thanked the young woman and grabbed my bag.

The cove was perfect. Secluded, but good light and a great environment for our private photo shoot. Gloria started to feel self-conscious again and asked what she should do for these photos, but I had run this fantasy through my head so many times that I knew exactly what shots I wanted. I had her strip slowly, tugging off her shorts and pulling her shirt over her head. She stood there in her scarlet bikini, movie-star sunglasses, and straw sunhat.

"Okay, let's get to the good part," I said. I stood behind her on the beach and had her slowly untie the right side of her bikini bottoms. The back of the bikini fell down to her left side while she held the front in place. She then held her hand up to her mouth and looked surprised as if it were an accident. Perfect.

My wife loves the sun, so she has killer tan lines. Her tight ass was practically white next to her bronze legs. I got this shot from several angles. That's when I noticed the jogger.

The young woman who had given us directions must have been intrigued by our mission because she had climbed around and was spying on us from the other side of the cove. I was certain to get great photos of my wife and have sex on the beach. But should I try for more? The fact that a single woman would be a voyeur gave me hope. I decided to gamble.

"Perfect," I said loudly as I beckoned to the jogger. "I need someone to hold the reflector to direct the sunlight so there won't be any shadows. Since you came by for the show, can you lend a hand?"

The jogger blushed horribly. She was trapped. We had told her what we were doing and not only did she follow us but she tried to spy on us. There was no denying that she wanted to see Gloria naked. I waved to her again as I went back to my bag to pull out a vinyl reflector to catch the sun's rays. Gloria gave me a quizzical look but she didn't voice any objections. My crazy idea just might work.

"Okay, kneel right here and point the reflector towards my wife's face," I instructed. I stood behind the jogger and instructed my wife to tie her bottoms again but to start leaning over to give a good cleavage shot. Gloria even did the sunglasses-on-tip-of-nose look that I love. This position also gave me a chance to check out our guest. She was in her mid-twenties and very fit, long brown hair tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a jogging bra and a pair of very short shorts that rode up as she knelt. Her legs were glistening with sweat from her jog and her ass was amazing. I decided to push my luck.

"Okay, Honey, now let's get some shots of you lying down before we do some photos against the surf. Untie the sides of your top, but leave it draped between your breasts. And, you, er, what's your name?"

The young woman was still looking at my wife. "Um, Jill?" she answered absent-mindedly. I had expected her to give me some fake name, but I think she was being honest. And I reward honesty.

"Jill, take this suntan oil and rub it on her breasts. I don't want Gloria to get her hands oily or the sand will stick to them." Gloria had experimented a bit with a girl in college, but that was before I met her. I held my breath to see how she would respond.

Our voyeuristic jogger looked at the oil for a moment, and then followed my instructions. She seemed surprised when I started taking photos with her in the picture, but I have a feeling that these weren't the first breasts she had fondled. Whether Gloria was merely entertaining me or enjoying it herself, I couldn't yet tell.

As Jill turned back to the reflector I gave her another bag. "Give my wife something to play with while we take her photo. Jill opened the bag and her eyes grew wide as she pulled out a huge pink vibrator. She was still eyeing at it as she handed it to Gloria.

"Have you ever used one of these?" Gloria asked. "Um, yes, but nothing quite that big," Jill sheepishly answered. "Well, I need it to get ready for my well-endowed husband. Here, give it a try," said Gloria as she held it against Jill's mound, pressing it against her shorts and turning it on.

Jill tensed at the touch of the vibrator but soon her shoulders slumped as she started to relax.

"You know," my wife continued, "it feels even better against skin. And, this way, you won't have an embarrassing wet spot on your shorts." She looked at Jill and smiled. Jill smiled back. Gloria pulled out another vibrator from the bag, untied her bikini bottoms, and started rolling it against her own mound.

Jill sat down facing Gloria, staring at her wide own legs. Paying no attention to me, she pulled off her shorts, showing my wife a pussy that was completely shaved. And slowly she started to work herself off. We had hit the jackpot with this sex kitten.

I wasted no time snapping photos left and right. The women stared at each other intently as they worked the vibrators. Not satisfied with just her clit, Jill started to push the tip of the vibrator into herself. I went to my bag to grab a new memory card!

"Is he really this big?" Jill asked. "Show her a good, American cock, Honey!" my wife proudly commanded.

Who was I to deny the request? I strode over to the women and dropped my shorts. My cock sprang upward, feeling relieved to be out of the confines of my shorts. Jill looked suitably impressed.

"How can you fit all that? Doesn't it hurt?" "Not when I am good and wet, like I am right now. Honey, lie down."

When Gloria takes charge like this, good things happen. I immediately obeyed her command. She squatted over me and slid right down on my shaft. We both groaned with delight.

"So that is why you keep him around?" Jill asked. From my vantage point, I noticed that she was sinking more and more of the vibrator into her glistening lips.

"Nah, a good cock is easy to find if you know where to look," countered Gloria. "I keep this one for his wit...and his tongue. He is an excellent muncher and I love to be eaten out!" "I wish I could find such a man," Jill responded. "Why don't you try him out? Be my guest. Besides, we can fulfill yet another of his fantasies: pleasuring two women at once!"

This is the Gloria that I love. I have shared her with a few other men, but she had never shared me before. She was making me her plaything, like one of her vibrators.

Jill didn't need any more encouragement. She put the vibrator down and sat on my face, facing Gloria, who was riding me. I immediately went to work to uphold my reputation. A freshly shaved pussy is a delight to eat. Jill squirmed and then started sighing deeply.

I couldn't see anything, but I heard the sighs become moans about the same time that Gloria started to grind against me. They were making out on top of me! Their hands were exploring each other as I was pleasuring both, trying to catch a breath without losing my rhythm. I suddenly felt Jill's top land on my forehead.

I was in heaven. Jill was delicious and Glory loved to ride me this way. After a minute, however, I heard Gloria say, "I thought you said this place would be deserted. Do you know either of them?"

Jill tensed up but Gloria continued to ride, the saucy coquette. She had been discovered, so there was no turning back. I tried to free myself to see what was happening.

"Don't let him up," Gloria instructed Jill. "He loves to be a voyeur, but this time he won't get to watch. He'll just have to listen and imagine." Gloria squeezed her thighs to trap me and Jill followed suit.

"Come on over, fellows," Gloria continued. "We are just a couple of mermaids devouring this hapless sailor. But we can help you with your problem if you promise to not say a word." After what seemed like minutes, Gloria continued.

"Let's have a contest to see who is hotter: American or Australian girls. Whoever comes first, their girl wins." "I accept your challenge," said Jill proudly.

I lay there trapped, happily under two women, but unable to see what was happening above me. Gloria knew this was driving me wild. We were due to stay for the week, and I would constantly be wondering if any passing stranger had been my wife's partner.

"On your mark, get set, go!" said Jill. I could feel Gloria pull her hands away from me to give one of her signature hand jobs. My guess is that she rubbed her own breasts to build up suntan oil on her hands. Gloria was very competitive.

But Jill kept both hands on my chest as she continued to balance herself on my face. She was going to suck her partner dry! I could hear both the whapping of my wife's hands and Jill sucking away, but that was all. I didn't know whom to root for, but I decided to make it a little more difficult by increasing my thrusts and licks on both of them.

At last, there was some grunting and Jill started laughing. The home team won!

"Damn it," Gloria said, "look, mine only lasted a couple more seconds." "That's because he was watching my work," said Jill, whose bravado was a real turn-on for both Gloria and myself. I could feel the strangers' cum drip off both women and onto my chest.

"Okay, fellows, now it is time for the mermaids to play. Go back to your wives and dream of us when you are fucking tonight," Gloria said.

After the unseen strangers left, Jill asked, "Now what?" "Do you think you are ready for an American cock?"

The answer must have been yes, because both women got up from sitting atop me. Somehow I had managed to not climax yet. And now I was being rewarded.

"Let's see," my wife giggled as she counted off, "Naked photos on the beach, watching me masturbate in public, watching another woman masturbate, sex on the beach, and eating out another woman while I make out with her. How many fantasies does that fulfill?"

"All but one," I said as I eyed Jill. She was sexy as all hell, and truly beautiful with a girl-next-door charm. And any woman who would go on a sex adventure like this was a real find.

"All but two," Gloria corrected. "If I remember correctly, you have always wanted to fuck two women, one on top of the other."

Gloria lay on her back and pulled Jill on top of her. She fondled Jill's perky breasts as I stared at two wet pussies, one on top of the other. I had the good sense to grab one quick photo as I became ram hard again. I entered first my wife and then our new friend. I alternated between the two as I felt the tide roll across my toes.

I had won the lottery.