The Art Project
written by:
SecretLiaison

I was cold. Cold, naked and a little tired. My shoulders ached and my wrists were a little sore too. My calves and hamstrings were tingling from standing on tip-toes and I knew there was a few more minutes of this still to go.

"Can I rest and warm up for a few minutes?" I asked my wife of several years.

"One more shot and then it's break time," she assured me.

I turned my head back to the side showing the discomfort I know she wanted to capture. Standing as still as possible, I grimaced and waited for the click of the shutter. Once I heard it I knew relief was but a minute away.

True to her word, Marie pushed the stool next to my naked body, standing on the top step, and released my hands from the ropes holding me up against the wall. Letting my arms drop to the side immediately, I shook them vigorously trying to get the blood flowing once again. She grabbed my fluffy robe, placing it over my shoulders and pecked my cheek with a kiss.

"Only one more scene this evening and then we're done for this set," she chirped, adding, "And no standing for this one either."

Relieved, I reached for the door leading back into the house from the garage. Finding the warmth of the house immediately enveloping, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some coffee from the pot. I heard the telltale sounds of set re-arranging from the garage but paid no attention as I warmed my hands on the steamy mug.

Bouncing in a few minutes later Marie said, "Come over here, let's look at these digital shots."

Marie and I had been married seven years or so. She was in university a few years behind me when we met. I graduated and stayed close to her so she could finish school and then we'd gotten married. However, a brilliant offer to run my own business came about causing us to move three states away. She wasn't really into finishing school at that time anyway and the town we were moving to didn't provide her with those opportunities. She got a job as I started up the business and school was forgotten for a while.

After a few years of hard work, the business was hugely successful and I sold it for a handsome price to a bigger fish. Choosing to move to a bigger town an hour away to manage the state operations of the acquiring company allowed Marie to go back and finish her degree. After a semester of getting back into it, she found excitement in art history, especially photography. Knowing she couldn't study the history without understanding the techniques of the art, she was ecstatic to take photography classes.

Any partner of an aspiring artist understands that you will, at some point, become a model for their ideas. I accepted this role completely and without complaint because she had been so good to me. And frankly, she was fucking good at it! I never understood her project ideas when she explained them to me. I started out with healthy skepticism, especially when they involved me. However, several interesting projects later, I knew to trust her. I stopped asking up front and just did what she asked, including standing naked on tip-toes in our cold garage, wrists tied to the wall above my head.

I walked over to look at the digital format shots she had taken. These were merely prelim shots to see if the lights and set were accurately to her mental picture. Then she used the film camera (a large format camera that set me back a few thousand bucks, but like I said before, she's fucking good at it.) What I saw was a red wall with my naked back, ass and legs and a very honest grimace on my face. Knowing this was nowhere near the finished product, I reserved judgment for later.

She had informed me this project was a series with different sets, props and, at some point, the inclusion of a second person. I didn't question it, I just did as she asked.

"Are you ready for the next scene, my sexy husband?" she asked.

"I'm warm enough, I guess," I answered as I strode back toward the garage.

Why the garage? In winter. In the mountains. Even with space heaters spread around it was not warm. The short answer is that she painted the walls for the backdrop. Only paint, she argued, would accurately capture the vivid colors she was after and I wasn't about to ruin a room of the house with 20 different layers of paint.

As I stepped into the garage, I noticed a white chair in the middle of the set. I had seen this chair a few days ago at the Salvation Army store when she picked it out. It was some dark wood color then, but now it was clean, stark white. With the red wall as the backdrop, the gray floor and the white chair were vivid in contrast.

"Robe off, ass in the chair mister," she commanded.

Seeing the chair was facing 90 degrees with the camera I knew there was a fair chance that there would be some full frontal nudity in this shot. My full frontal nudity.

"I wasn't aware my cock was a subject of this project," I shared.

"Not just your cock, your ‘hard' cock," she said, reaching out and grasping it through the robe opening.

"You might need to crank up the heat a bit in that case," I smiled back at her.

"I can solve the ‘hard' part, just take your robe off and sit while I get everything set up."

As commanded, I disrobed and sat. She moved the lights around six different ways, reset the tripod four different times and fiddled with the other props in the background (a picture frame, a small table, a vase). Not shivering but not warm, I was becoming a little apprehensive. Who would be viewing this? Was she planning to alter it?

She snapped a dozen or so shots with the digital camera before settling on the scene and moving the large format camera into place.

"Okay mister, time to get you hard," she smiled.

She walked in front of me, kneeled down and grabbed my cold, flaccid cock in her smooth sexy hands. Stroking it a few times to warm it she then proceeded to suck it in her mouth. As I grew harder, she sucked deeper. Always one to show off her deep-throating skills, she continued to impress. Finally reaching a point where she was satisfied, she went back to the camera and snapped a couple of shots before the inevitable shrinkage started. Dutifully, she kneeled back down in front of me and sucked me back to full hardness before quickly running to snap some more.

While adjusting the settings on the camera she said, "I have a few settings to run through, I hope you don't mind," a broad sardonic smile on her face.

"Well, it's okay this time," came my sarcastic reply.

"I'm glad you approve of my methods."

"You know, it might help if you took your shirt off for me."

Unbuttoning the front her blouse past her ample cleavage, she pulled her shirt off. "Bra stays on while I work, wouldn't want these puppies knocking over any expensive equipment. But then I promise to finish the blowjob and watch you spurt cum all over them. Deal?"

"How can I refuse?"

Sucking and stroking my limp member back to life, she once again leapt up to snap as many shots as she could. I lasted a little longer and even offered to use my hand between settings to make it faster. Knowing the ultimate ending made me stay harder longer.

Unfortunately, that strategy only worked for a few more minutes because then the ropes came back out.

"I'm tying your hands behind the chair."

Pulling my hands back as far they could reach, she tied the rope loosely enough to allow blood to flow into my hands. Resuming the blowjob, she sucked and squeezed my cock back to hardness and then made for the camera to take some more shots. Aside from the occasional sucking and slurping, she also made me change the position of my head and the direction in which I was looking. At one point I was staring across the room, the next few shots had me looking at the floor in front of me, still more with my head titled to the side looking in between the camera and the chair. The strangest one had me looking down at my lap. My naked lap with a hard phallus standing at attention.

Ten minutes later she announced, "All done with that part!"

"Whew!" I exclaimed.

She assumed her familiar position in front of me and once again grasped my cock in her hands, sucking and licking along my shaft. I was enjoying every second except for my sore shoulders.

"Can we take off the ropes now sweety?" I asked.

Groaning something resembling a "No," she picked up the pace swirling her tongue all around my cock head, while bobbing up and down. Gripping the base of my cock tightly, she pumped the bottom half in short hard strokes. A moment later I groaned, "Cumming soon," and she pulled her mouth off, stroking the entire length of my shaft.

"Uggghhhhhh," I groaned as big globs of molten hot cum spurted out onto her chest and cleavage. The pent up arousal even sent one stream onto her chin.

She pumped me until my cock stopped its twitching, then hungrily leaned in and cleaned off the remnants. She stood, tossed my robe to me and walked out of the garage. She turned as she reached the door, "I must clean up and run into the city to the school's dark room before they lock me out."

A few hours later I was sitting in my favorite leather chair reading the latest Stephen King novel when Marie walked in, a dejected look on her face.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked.

"Every single image we took with you in the chair is unusable," she said, clearly upset.

"Well, there are worse things than having to reshoot that scene," I replied with one eyebrow raised.

"Yes, the problem is we don't have time. Claire is due here any minute to shoot the next set of scenes for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Couldn't we shoot after you're finished with Claire?"

"The problem is, I needed those negatives of your pictures. I was going to reload the film and double expose it. That way you two didn't have to be naked in the same shot."

"Oh, I see. She's going to be naked too?"

"Yes, on the floor in front of the chair, under the chair, behind the chair and on the table too."

"Okay, this sounds a little creepy to me," I smiled.

"No, it's a study on the contrasts between the colors and emotions..."

"I know, I know," I interrupted. "I was kidding. I didn't mean to make it worse."

Just then the doorbell rang, announcing Claire's arrival. Marie went to the door, letting Claire in. Claire is a friend Marie has made in the art department. Her focus is on graphic arts but they hit it off immediately, despite the almost 10 years difference in age. Marie, nearly in tears, tells Claire about the image-busting smear on the lens that messed up the first part of the shot. Claire suggests they go upstairs to our mini-darkroom to have a look.

I converted a closet for Marie so she could do some developing. She doesn't have the room or trays for the large format film, but they can at least go have a look at the already developed negatives. A few minutes later, the two of them came bounding down the staircase together, smiles back.

"I guess it was a false alarm?" I asked.

"No, they're still just as fucked. But two things. First, we fixed the problem on the lens."

"Great! That doesn't solve the whole problem though," I said, unprepared for the next statement.

"No it doesn't," said Marie.

"But I offered the next solution if you're up for it," finished Claire.

"I'm listening," I said, a slight tingle in my balls as I guessed where this might be heading.

Marie chimed in first, "This is completely your choice. I can figure something else out, if you'd rather not."

"Rather not what?" I asked.

"Rather not be naked in the same room as me," piped up Claire.

I'm no 22 year-old, hard-bodied college student but I'm a fit guy with a nice body for being in my early 30's. I run 50 to 60 miles a week. I'm attractive, so I'm not concerned about being naked in front of this lovely 22 year-old girl. No, I'm more worried about Marie's reaction if my cock has other plans and shows my ‘appreciation' for her friend.

Seeing my indecision, Marie says, "Claire, why don't you go out to the garage and get ready. We'll be there in a minute."

Her use of the word ‘we' intrigued me, I must say. Quite an assumption that I was so easily coerced into this.

"Look, I know Claire is a hot little thing and I'm almost 10 years older," she began as the garage closed behind Claire. "I will admit the thought makes me a little self-conscious, but I need this project to be finished by tomorrow afternoon and she's the one who came up with the idea, so she's totally comfortable with the whole thing."

"Honey, You're fucking gorgeous! I'll keep my eyes focused on you, if this is what you really want me to do."

"Nonsense. On the contrary, I want you to enjoy this view. She's hot and sexy and any extra motivation it gives you will most certainly come my way later when she's gone. So, enjoy the show, as I'm sure she'll enjoy seeing yours, and relax. I need you to be just as relaxed as you were earlier."

"Okay, honey. But I must say, it might make things pop up on its own, if you know what I mean."

"Good, less I have to deal with," she smirked.

Reaching out her hand to help me up, she smiled. I followed her to garage to an afternoon adventure I won't soon forget.

Upon entering the garage I saw the gorgeous Claire standing with my robe on her shoulders. It was not cinched in the front, revealing her milky white, smooth skin. The rounded sides of her small, perky breasts provided a peek at their offerings, but the real gem was the completely shaved pink pussy between her silky smooth legs. Claire is a blonde - judging by the lack of color on her pubic stubble, a natural blonde. Her hair hangs to just off the shoulders and her icy blue eyes blazed with sexiness.

"Like what you see?" she teased.

"How could I not," I replied hoping Marie was being honest with me about enjoying the view.

"I'm at a disadvantage. Let me see my modeling partner's package."

I stripped and headed to my chair of pain, or pleasure, as it had been earlier. Marie bounced around the room mostly ignoring us, setting the lights, and making sure things were arranged properly.

"Okay, Matt, you know the position I want you in, Claire you go over there on the edge of the set lying on your back," Marie pointed with her arm.

She got down into the position she thought Marie wanted and asked, "Like this?"

"Yes, but pull the front leg up just a tad. Now face Matt in the chair with a blank stare. I want you to look as unfeeling as possible. Yeah, just like that. Now Matt, you know what to do."

Guessing that meant I needed to self-harden, I began rubbing my cock to bring it to attention. It was easier with the nubile beauty lying on the floor, her pussy open for my eyes to drink in. Marie busied herself with the camera settings.

"Okay, I think you're ready," she smiled at my hardened cock.

I let it go and stared out at Claire while Marie snapped a few shots.

"I'll adjust some settings, Matt, get that thing back."

Feeling a little embarrassed, I blushed and started stroking again. I've masturbated for my wife a few times, just as she has for me. It's a great exercise in restraint and control. It's also a great teaching tool. But in front of a stranger? Well, not a stranger, I've hung around Claire a few times. Still, I was feeling very strange and embarrassed at that moment.

"I like it you know," Claire said breaking the silence.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Watching you pleasure yourself, don't be embarrassed."

"Okay you two, I think he's ready again," Marie broke in.

She snapped some more, this time I stayed hard enough a little longer, allowing her to change settings without using my hand again.

"That's it for this scene. Claire, I need you to roll over on your stomach and move closer to the chair."

Claire did as she was told and after some more prepping, we were ready for the next set of shots. Staring at her perfect heart-shaped ass made the hardening happen a little faster than before.

"Okay, one more pose, then it's time for the ropes," Marie said with a glimmer in her eye. "Claire, sitting position, facing a bit more toward the front.

Now her head was less than three feet from my cock. It was even weirder as I stroked it back to life. She was close enough to hear the squishing sound of the precum.

"Okay, that's perfect."

The next set of shots completed, Marie grabbed the rope and tied my hands as they had been before.

Claire watched with fascination, "Now how's he going to get hard?" she asked.

"That's my job," Marie answered.

Claire, sitting three feet away watched as Marie stroked my cock back to full erection. "Nice!" she exclaimed.

Hurrying to get some shots before more shriveling happened, Marie rushed back over to the camera. After two more trips like this, Claire uttered the three words which will ring in my ears until my death, "Can I try?"

Standing frozen in front of the camera and asked, "You want to wank my husband's cock?" a brief pause, then, " In front of me?"

"I don't want it to upset you, but it sure would save some time and effort on your part."

"It doesn't upset me, I just didn't think you'd want to do that," Marie answered.

"Hey, don't I get a say here?" I chimed in.

"Of course, dear. Would you like the beautiful, young, naked lady in front of you to stroke your cock?"

"Well, since you put it that way...."

"I knew he'd be fine with it. Seriously, Claire, if you really want to, then by all means."

Claire reached out her tiny little hand and grasped my cock. She started pulling it up and down, clearly an experienced cock-handler. A thought came into my head just then. I had finally made it to the big time. I was a porn star, with my own personal ‘fluffer.' I'd seen that in a show somewhere, there was always some extra from the porn set whose job it was to keep the dude hard in between shots and camera angles. Now I had one too.

I was hard in an instant. Damn! Oh well, at least there were a few more scenes. We posed and then as the inevitable once again took over, Claire reached up and stroked me again. This time she made slower, longer strokes, making it take a little longer to get me there.

Marie made fast work of the next several shots and then had Claire change positions again. This time, she was to be on all fours, ass in the air, directly in front of me. Marie wanted her looking down at the ground and asked me to keep my stare impersonal and blank but to lower it to Claire. This perfectly mimicked a look she had me do earlier but, without the vision in my head of the scene in front of me, it was difficult to understand. Now, the scene made more sense. Of course, it was difficult to keep my expression neutral and unemotional, there was this hot coed kneeling a foot in front of my feet, stark naked, ass in the air. In spite of the cold and strangeness, I was fairly hard already.

Marie took back the ‘chore' of fluffing me. She knelt beside Claire and stroked me a few times. Looking into my eyes, she mouthed a silent, "Thank you," as she brought me back to full hardness. I winked as she stood and went back behind the camera.

Many thoughts, most of them very naughty, ran through my head as I stared at Claire's tight ass and curved back. The little sun tattoo on the small of her back was hard to ignore and my cock stayed rock hard through the whole set.

Marie had Claire shift once again to a sitting position between the camera and me in the chair. She was careful to keep Claire's hands hidden in front of her and her head positioned so my cock was still line with the lens. Claire offered to fluff me some more, Marie obliging. This time Claire was looking into my eyes as she rubbed her hand up and down my vein-filled shaft. She licked her lips and squeezed harder than before, bringing me back quickly, too quickly.

Some more shots, a brief change in Claire's position. The shot when I was the sole model with my stare directed at my lap made much more sense now. Claire was to lay her head on my leg looking away from my cock. She reached up, after attaining the position Marie sought for her, to grasp my semi-hardness again. Stroking life back into me, she laid her arm back at her side as Marie operated the shutter.

Marie had Claire turn and face my cock for the next pose, her lips less than six inches away from my nearly fully stiff cock. Her warm breath heated it and made it twitch with excitement. Fixing my gaze on her eyes, and hers on mine, we shared an electric moment of titillation and arousal.

Claire broke the silence by asking Marie, "Can I suck him this time?"

If it had been me asking I doubt it would have garnered the same response. However, it was Claire and the throatiness of her voice suggested her arousal to Marie.

"If you want to, I'm not going to object," Marie answered surprising me.

No one asked me if I thought it was okay. Then again, it saved me from an embarrassing, fumbling answer, I'm not sure I could've pulled off at that moment.

Claire lifted her head and pulled my cock to her lips. Stroking some more with her hand, she took the top two inches of my cock in her mouth, expanding her lips. I couldn't keep from allowing a groan to escape my lips which drew a small, "Hmmmm," from Claire. Risking a look away, I shifted my eyes to Marie and noticed she had stopped fiddling with the camera and was watching this very sexy coed suck her husband's cock.

I was hard almost immediately, though Claire kept going for a little while. I wasn't going to stop her and from the look on Marie's face - one of desire, lust and arousal - neither was she. Eventually, Claire popped her lips off letting it bounce back against my stomach. Super hard now, it was a struggle to get the indifference back in my expression. Marie had snapped out her trance and was focusing the lens for the shot.

Saved from having to show her face to the camera, Claire was smiling seductively at me, making it problematic to keep the indifferent expression on my face. I wanted to smile back at her. I wanted her to know how terrific it had felt. I wanted to do many things which were not indifferent. It was at this moment I realized the power of what Marie was attempting to capture with this project. There a desolation and bareness in the relationship of these two ‘lovers,' if that's what they indeed represented. I suspected I was only getting the tip of the proverbial iceberg but then I'm not particularly strong in art appreciation.

Whether or not Claire understood how much I wanted to show pleasure, she was certainly showing it to me. Gleaming eyes and seductive smile oozed sexy lust my direction. Then it was over and Marie was having Claire shift positions. I'm told a good artist learns to work with her subjects and follow inspiration, from wherever it may come. I believe this is what happened with Marie, though it could've easily been something more carnal.

"Claire, can I take the next shot while you have him in your mouth?" she asked almost demurely. "I want to move you to keep your face out of it, though anyone viewing the set'll be able to put two and two together. You can say no, it wasn't part of the original plan."

"I would love to," Claire replied, "Just show me how to sit." She smiled up at me with lust and desire.

Here again I shall point out that no one asked my opinion. Of course all involved knew the answer to the unasked question and I am still forever thankful for not having to answer it, as I surely would have done so awkwardly. That assumes I could even get my brain to connect to my mouth and make any kind of coherent sound.

Marie walked over and took Claire's head in her hands, guiding her face to the left (my right) and placing it just above my cock. I was in serious disbelief as I watched my wife place a coed's mouth over my cock.

"No hands," Marie said as she turned back to the camera.

Claire supported herself on the floor and let her chin drop capturing the first few inches of hard, hot flesh. I watched my purple head being engulfed and disappear into those red, pouty lips. Her cheek filled out just a little because of the angle at which Marie had set her.

At some point I closed my eyes, because Marie snapped, "Matt, eyes open, same disinterested gaze please."

Was she serious? How on earth could I possibly gaze indifferently while this was happening. I tried, I really did. I tried really, really hard. But in the end I guess it wasn't enough.

Marie chimed in again, "Okay, try this instead...stare straight ahead, over her head and think about your family."

What I failed to by myself she had accomplished in one simple sentence. I was now gazing ahead over the beautiful Claire's head and staring indifferently. Of course a statement like that might normally cause some shrivelage, but not with that wet, warm, velvety mouth surrounding it. I did not hear the camera shutter but it must have opened and closed at some regular intervals because I know the pictures exist. I've seen them. I just can't remember that part.

Claire decided this was not enough torture so she began swirling her tongue. She wasn't allowed to move otherwise, so this was her way of keeping it going. God it felt soooo good.

Some bit of time later, Marie was saying something and Claire pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop. It flopped back-and-forth a bit before settling into its very straight up-and-down position, slick with Clarie's saliva.

My reverie was broken by Marie saying, "We'll be back in a minute, just stay there."

Where was I going? I had every intention of staying right there. Not to mention I was tied up and it would not have been easy (or comfortable) to move out of the chair with my hands tied in that position. So I sat in a plain white kitchen chair, in a cold garage, naked with my cock hard and pointing skyward while Claire swished her cute little ass out of the garage, following behind my wife.

I don't know how long they were gone, I do know I was happy they were back. Claire was still starkers and Marie was smiling broadly. They walked right up to the chair and stood over me.

Marie then asked, "I want to take this one more level. I want you to eat Claire's pussy. You can say no, but I know you won't."

She was sure right about that, but still. I began to wonder what repercussions might come of this later. Would I be punished for ‘enjoying' this too much? Would my normally secure wife, suddenly be less secure in herself when I compliment her? Would she use this against me somehow, sometime? The only answer I could find in my head was....maybe. But she was right, I wasn't about to say no.

"Show me where you want me," I answered.

"I want Claire in the chair with her hands tied behind her back and you in between her legs."

She untied my wrists, allowing me to stand with my cock still hard as a rock pointing straight at Claire. Claire moved beside me, reached out her hand and gave it nice squeeze as she settled into the chair.

"Ooo, it's still nice and warm from your cute ass," she smiled at me.

Marie went around back and tied her wrists in the same way she had tied mine. I just stood there like a naked dunce. Marie stood and walked back to the camera while I remained frozen in place.

"Well, are you gonna do this?" Marie asked. Not really a harsh tone, more playful than that.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I dropped to my knees in front of Claire's pussy.

She had to spread her legs a bit more as I moved forward. This caused her lips to spread apart just a little, like a flower, its petals opening in the first light from the sun. There was a hint of moisture like dew in the early morning and I took a deep breath through my nose, savoring her musky scent.

I leaned in and placed my lips on her folds, kissing and tasting her salty, feminine essence. My tongue poked out from between my lips, finding its way along the outside of her puffy pussy lips. Remembering to keep my head still, I licked up and down, tongue flicking inside every second or third time. I sensed her breathing increase and wished that I could reach up and grab her perky b-cup breasts and pinch her small nipples. I looked up noticing her color had risen from pale white to light pink.

This time I heard the shutter open and close and knew Marie was photographing this deeply intimate moment. Risking a reaction from Claire, I flicked the tip of my tongue directly on her clit. Other than a steep intake of breath I witnessed no noticeable reaction. She had amazing restraint. I did not share that ability.

Stroking my tongue along the length of her pussy pressing on her clit at the top each time, the moment stretched into several moments. I became aware of the silence and realized the shutter had stopped clicking. Not wanting to risk ruining the photograph if Marie was just adjusting the settings, I remained focused on the pussy in front of me. Some minutes later I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing my gently closer. Taking the cue without questioning, my pace of licking increased.

Momentarily wondering whose hand was on my head, the mystery was soon solved when I heard Marie gasp from across the room near the camera. Curious to see what brought the gasp from her, I wanted to look her direction. Instead, Claire's hand on my head pushed me deeper into her quaking pussy. Raising a hand, I pushed a fingertip into the wet folds, playfully touching and exploring. The spongy tissue squeezed around my finger, pulling it deeper inside. I plunged in up to my third knuckle and twisted before pulling it out and repeating. My lips surrounded her clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking furiously.

The corkscrew motion of my finger along with the suction and tongue-flicking pressure on her clit, set Claire's pussy into a frenzy of spasms. Small dribbles of moisture dripped over my fist, her hips bucking into my face. Some short time later her hips settled into the chair, her pussy spasms subsided and her hand fell to my shoulder. Knowing her clit would likely be too sensitive to continue my assault, I released my mouth and pulled my face away from her.

Chin dripping with Claire's cum, I turned my head to see Marie relaxed on the stool next to her camera, hand in the front of her jeans, glow surrounding her face. Her chest was still heaving and I assumed she had cum at roughly the same time as Claire.

Speaking first, Claire softly said, "Wow, that was so amazing!"

"Yes, it was certainly that," replied Marie.

Risking upsetting the feminine balance in the room I added, "You have an incredible pussy."

Through a light-hearted giggle, Claire responded, "Thank you, I'm glad you liked it."

Marie pulled her wet hand from her pants and slowly rose from her stool. "Thank you both so much for being my models. I think this project has evolved into something great and I'm assured of a good grade if I don't fuck up the developing."

Message received. This was over. I was so fucking horny and hard I could've fucked the Rockette's at that moment - all of the Rockette's. Instead, I reached behind Claire to untie her wrists, then rose from my knees and handed Claire my robe. I'm not sure but I thought I caught a glimpse of disappointment from Claire too. Probably my randy imagination.

She stood and slipped into the robe. Then she grasped my cock in her hand one more time and leaned up brushing her lips against mine before heading out of the garage. If I was cold, I hadn't noticed. My cock was like a spear in front of me, wishing to plunge into something soft, wet and warm. Marie was still coming down from her orgasm but noticed my predicament. She rose slowly from her stool heading straight for me. Without saying a word, she stepped up to me and wrapped her arms tightly around me, drawing me into her. We embraced and I tilted my head, finding her moist, puffy lips, waiting for mine.

We stood kissing and holding one another for several minutes. With one hand she held and gently stroked my raging hard-on and with the other she rubbed and squeezed my butt. At some point we heard the door swing open but remained locked in our passionate embrace. Claire probably stood there watching for several minutes before Marie broke the embrace and backed away from me.

Seeing Claire she said, "Sorry, I should walk you out."

The two of them headed back into the house to the front door as I trailed behind and settled on the couch. After thanking Claire one last time, Marie closed and locked the door behind her and walked into the living room. She shimmied off her jeans and stripped off her shirt along the way. Not wanting to waste any more time, she walked straight to me in her lacy bra and matching thong panties. Straddling me with her knees at my side, she sat on my lap, returning her lips to mine. We kissed deeply for a moment as I unclasped her bra, allowing her large d-cup tits to fall free between us.

She rubbed her thong-covered pussy along my shaft as I kissed her jaw, earlobe and neck, making my way down to her heaving chest. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I sucked and swirled my tongue over it. She reached between us and pulled her thong to the side before impaling herself fully on my desperate shaft. In spite of the tremendously satisfying blowjob she had provided earlier, I felt like it had been forever since I'd cum.

She bucked her hips up and down, riding me with a passion to meet mine. The need, the desire, the wanton lust brought on by the last hour and the hot coed in our garage, pushed us unto a fucking frenzy. Her legs and pubis slammed into mine, slapping and squishing with our frenetic pace. While it is certainly not true, I felt like my cock was twice as big as normal. I am quite sure the head was purple and engorged as it smashed into her cervix.

Not able to last long having barely survived the previous hour of teasing, I was soon grunting in time with deep thrusts from my hips. Heavy streams of lava-like cum erupted into her sticky wet pussy. For her part Marie, slowed down to match my thrusting and gripped my cock, milking the seed from every part of me. The last vestiges of my orgasm falling away, we remained locked together with her head on should, breasts mashed against my chest.

Sitting at the table the following day finishing up some emails, I couldn't help but think of the previous day and the fun in the garage. After our couch session, we snuggled and held each other for quite some time, eventually getting up to make dinner. She had puttered around in the darkroom upstairs while I went through some papers to prepare for the week ahead. We both crashed to bed and fell right asleep. We weren't silent but it was only small talk. And no talk of the afternoon nor of Claire.

Marie walked in from school, a huge smile on her face. "Guess what?" she asked excitedly.

"Your teacher loved the project and gave you an A," I guessed half-heartedly.

"Yes and no. He loved it and the rest of the class did too. Even better than just giving me an A, he asked me to develop it further. He thought the project was incomplete in its exploration. I guess I thought it might be too, but needed to turn it in today anyway."

"Does that mean I still have a modeling career?"

"Yes it does, after all you're free. Not to mention, I can't change models in the middle of the same study."

"Hey, I may be cheap, but I'm not free," I joked.

"True and I REALLY enjoy paying you."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I can get an advance this time...."

"Ha! Sorry, they taught us to always pay only after service is rendered."

"Maybe half up front, half when the ‘job' is complete?"

"You're a tough negotiator. Let's talk about it. But first, I need to go sketch out the remainder of my ideas to see what I want to do."

"Sounds good. I have to be at work very early tomorrow and then have travel Thursday and Friday, remember."

"Oh yeah. Well, hopefully Claire can come over tomorrow evening to wrap it up," and then she vanished up the stairs.

I stared at her perfect ass as she hopped up the stairs and thought about her final comment. It was the unspoken part of the conversation and I didn't want to be the one to bring it up. I'm relieved at least to know Claire figures in the plan, but nervous how things might turn out. What else could Marie do to ‘further develop' the concept? My cock was hard thinking of the insane, and highly unlikely, possibilities.

I fixed dinner, took it upstairs and rang the bell to the darkroom. She answered on the intercom and was very thankful for dinner, asking if I could leave it on the tray outside. She came downstairs with the empty plate a couple of hours later apologizing for being in the darkroom so long.

"No worries honey, I get it. Do what you need to do, I'm headed to bed soon so I'll be fresh tomorrow morning."

"Okay sweetie, I'll text you in the morning."

I awoke in the middle of the night with a raging erection and images of Claire's ass below me. I think I had been dreaming of pounding that lovely pussy from behind, at least that's the image still frozen in my head.

The day was hectic and crazy but things went well and as I promised by text message just after lunch, I was home a little after 3:00 PM. Having seen Marie's Saab in the driveway, I knew she was home. When I walked in I heard nothing from the house. Calling out a few hello's I received no reply. I walked into the garage only to see Claire naked, stretched over the table in a very seductive pose. Marie was working things behind the lens as usual.

"Oh hey Matt!" came the bouncy voice of my wife.

Removing my eyes from the beauty on the table, I looked Marie's direction with mouth agape. Smiling at her, I noticed a mischievous grin on her face. She stood from behind the camera and walked my direction.

"Claire and I have been at it for a while and I am just a few minutes from finishing her solo shots. Why don't you go get out of your work clothes, put on your robe and I'll come in to get you. Should be just a couple of minutes."

Doing as instructed, I dutifully disrobed in our bedroom and found my robe hanging on the bathroom door. I grabbed my book and sat on the chaise lounger at the foot of the bed. Moments later, Marie walked in and sat next to me on the chair. She was happy but displayed a serious expression on her face.

"We need to talk about Sunday," she began.

"It seems like a strange time....."

"No, hang on. Let me get this out," she interrupted. She continued, "I really enjoyed what happened on Sunday. Watching her touch you, suck you, play with you, that was all really hot. Then watching you make her cum, I never thought I would be so turned on. Jealous, maybe. Aroused to the point of making myself cum too? Never would've imagined it.

"But there I was, soaking wet with my fingers bringing me to the edge. I was shocked by my own reaction. On the other hand I was not at all shocked by yours. "You are such a great lover, great husband. I felt like a complete bitch all night. Sure, I gave you permission, even sort of demanded you do it. But then I realized I'd put you in an impossible situation. What red-blooded, amorous male wouldn't jump to eat out a hot coed. Or fuck her.

"Yet you pulled it off with perfection. The reactions captured on film show how amazing you were. I'm not talking about making her cum, I KNOW how well you do that. I mean, working within my parameters to create something you don't fully understand. That takes talent. And patience. And love."

She shifted and placed her hand on my leg under the robe, "What I'm failing miserably at saying right now is, thank you. You were terrific. You are terrific.

"Okay, that's Sunday. Now for today. I want you to know that everything you've participated in I've been totally behind, not just from an artistic point of view but from your wife's perspective. What I'm going to ask you now I'm doing in private so you feel no pressure. You make your own decision. Okay?"

"Well, yes that's fair," I replied. What else could I say, really.

"To take this a step further I want to photograph you and Claire acting out an intercourse scene. It doesn't require you actually doing it, but you'll be close and intimate. She is completely aware of the set up and is all for it. But she knows it might make you uncomfortable and is completely understanding if you wish to do it as a separate shoot."

"Marie," I interrupted her this time, "I'm cool. You don't need to lay on the table all the out clauses for me. I'll do it. I trust you when you say this is your idea and you want it."

"Okay, then shall we?" she asked standing up and offering me a hand.

I followed her into the kitchen where Claire was waiting. A nod passed between Marie and Claire and we all made our way to the garage. Once there, Marie had Claire climb back on the table, once again on full display.

"Matt, climb in between her legs and push against her like you've just entered her," she said a little too clinically.

I stepped into the spot and moved my pelvis into place. I was already semi-hard and my cock pushed into her inner thigh.

"Okay, now look straight ahead, no expression. Claire, the same expression you perfected earlier looking half-way between the camera and him."

In place, we stood still and waited. Well, almost still. My cock was hardening and pushing against her leg. As it hardened it crept up her leg and threatened her pubic area. After a few shots, Marie had us shift slightly to change the angle, bringing my cock that much closer to Claire's pussy. I could smell her arousal rising from between us. It was not easy to be in this position.

I don't want it to sound like I'm complaining. I've been in this type of position before...close to entering a woman and yet not quite doing it. Teasing and pushing close to a deep pussy a centimeter away, only to stay there for a while. But every one of those ended with the deeply satisfying push through the velvety folds of flesh guarding the honey. This one held no such promise. Or so I thought.

Next, Marie asked Claire to raise a leg up along my body and over my shoulder. The shifting motion dragged my engorged head along her moist slit. There was no longer any separation of our intimate bits. My shaft ended up partially surrounded by her wet warmth, my head sticking up just above her clit. It took every gram of control I could muster to not move my hips. I could not, however, keep my cock from twitching in this situation. Flexing and pulsing all on its own, there must have been an effect on Claire.

The heat was incredible and the sensation nearly unbearable. I cannot remember a more awkwardly satisfying moment at any other point in my life. All I had to do was pull my pelvis backward one inch and push forward to be inside Claire. I will not pretend to describe what she must have been feeling, but I was nearing a tipping point. I honestly thought I would have a very difficult time remaining in this position for more than a few more seconds before my actions would become reflexive in nature.

Thankfully, I did not have to endure that embarrassment. At that moment Marie broke the silence by asking us to once again move positions. She indicated that Claire should roll toward the camera onto her side. Marie walked over, grabbed Claire's top leg and placed it gently on my shoulder closest to the camera.

"Matt, step back just a tiny bit...yes, there. I want the camera to see your cock this time, just before penetration," Marie instructed.

I imagined what the two of us looked like in this very vulnerable, erotic position. My cock was poised at the entrance to Claire's pussy ready to plunge inside, yet the distance in our expressions and the nature of the previous photographs led the viewer the was an emotional separation. The fact that Marie was attempting to capture the most intimate of human actions while portraying extreme emotional separation, was enough to convince me there was real merit in this project. Claire was looking back at me but with the concept of looking through me and I was looking over her head, both completely expressionless, disinterested.

While I could see the art in this image, I could not envision the reality. I was hungry to be inside this woman, to be pleasing and deriving pleasure. It was so dichotomous for me. And difficult. But no less arousing.

More snaps of the shutter, adjustments and snaps. Then, Marie asked Claire to move again, this time standing with feet on the ground, bent over the table. I was to stand directly behind her as if I had just entered her. Our faces were to remain unchanged but we were both facing straight ahead looking into the distance as if it were some dark abyss.

"Closer Matt," Marie demanded from across the garage.

‘Any closer and I'm going to be crushing my cock,' I thought. I had moved into position as placed there by Marie, my cock tucked in Claire's ass crack. Having a mind of its own, twitching and pulsing into her soft, warm ass, my cock was on fire. With my hands on Claire's hips, I pulled her tighter to me and crushed my cock even harder between our bodies. I no longer have the words to describe this situation as torture does not take it far enough.

Seeing my discomfort and frustration, Marie softly said, "Matt, just another minute. After this pose, I promise some relief."

Hearing the word ‘relief' translated to more pulsing and twitching from my rigid cock. Claire's milky white, smooth skin was such a joy to touch and hold. She's young and supple, but curvy and feminine in ways harkening to a more mature woman. Her heart-shaped ass had a slight tan line from a very slinky thong. The top of her ass trailed straight up to her narrow waist and that perfect spot on every lady's body; the small of her back. I desperately wanted to look down and admire her sexiness but knew better than to disturb the pose Marie had so carefully created.

Marie rose up from the camera saying, "Okay, that's great! We're all done!"

Feeling relief and disappointment simultaneously, I did not immediately disengage from Claire's body.

"Honey, I said we're good, you can move now," Marie smirked at me.

Pulled from my reverie, I stepped back slowly allowing my cock to slide backward along Claire's crack one last time. Backing away a couple of feet, I gave her room to relax and turn around. Standing there, cock at attention, I finally was allowed to drink in more of her sexy body.

Marie came over to stand next to the two of us. Grabbing my cock in her hand, she gripped and squeezed. "I promised some relief for my very frustrated husband," Marie said looking at Claire. "Thank you so much for doing this and for trusting us. I owe you big time!"

"Actually, I really enjoyed it. The poses and characters you created are so dark and intriguing, it's been really cool!"

Marie was slowly stroking me as they talked. "Well, the characters were just in my imagination, you two made them real. It's going to be an awesome installation. I think Professor Shinzo is going to be very happy. So, again thank you...and let me know how I can repay you this favor."

I'm not saying I wanted Claire to leave, I was enjoying the view, but seriously! I wanted them to shut up so I could get my ‘reward.' Trying not to show that emotion on my face I just stood there, in the cold garage, waiting for my inevitable conclusion.

Claire's next words were not immediately registered by my over-hormonal brain. When I did finally ‘hear' them I almost exploded in Marie's hand.

"Can I stay and watch?" hesitantly.

Marie looked a little shocked but gathered herself quickly responding, "Us? You want to stay and watch Matt and me?" After a brief pause, she added, "Have sex?"

Timidly, as if she thought she might have angered her friend, Claire said, "Yes. I've been so close and intimate with your husband and he's been so kind and gentle. Still, I'm really turned on and going home to my vibrator is my other choice. I'd rather watch him get to finish what we started."

There was a roaring silence. The space heaters were still running and there was the slightest street noise from outside. This lasted for a moment when Claire, most likely feeling very embarrassed, stepped away from the table saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. You two deserve your privacy."

Walking a step toward the door into the house, she was halted by Marie's hand reaching out, grabbing her slender arm.

"No. Don't go," she said, then paused. Continuing, "And certainly don't be embarrassed. I'm the one who should apologize. Here I was directing the two of you in some sort of soft-core porn, driving you to heights of arousal without thinking about your sexual desires. I knew Matt's and I only had him in my head, but I was terribly unfair to your emotions."

"Seriously, it's okay. I should've kept my big mouth shut."

Finally, after a few days of being teased and tortured by these two, the testosterone flowing through my body pushed me to action. With a strong voice and careful choice of words, I interrupted them, "Stop it! Both of you. I've been an active, and quite willing, participant in this project. Before you came to model your part, Claire, Marie and I had already teased and pleased one another. There was no thought in my head of being naked with a beautiful coed in my own garage at that time."

Pausing to gather my thoughts for the next part, I took a deep breath, then continued, "Now the two of you have exposed an erotic and deeply arousing emotion. Not just in me, I know in Marie as well. And if my abilities in reading people are to be believed, in you also, Claire. This project has taken on a life of its own and it has brought the three of us together in ways unimaginable a few days ago.

"I'm not going to lie. I haven't been this aroused and stimulated in a long time. It took extreme self-control to not enter your pussy a few minutes ago, Claire. You're a beautiful, sexy lady and my shaft was in between your moist, sensuous lips. You've sucked my cock, stroked me and tormented me with your teasing poses."

Turning my attention to Marie, "And you aided and abetted in this. You were undoubtedly doing this for your project, which I think is going to be so strange and weird and erotic and awesome. But you were enjoying this too. Watching me so close to another woman. A friend of yours no less.

"I haven't had much of a say in this to this point. Oh, I've consented. Unwillingly at first because I didn't want to upset the balance our relationship. But I was still treated as a pawn. By both of you."

Taking another moment to gather my breath, I paused long enough for Marie to interrupt me. "Do you have a point? Cause, I really want to get naked with you. Right now."

Smiling, I answered, "Yes, my point is this. We've built an interesting and trusting bond of the past few days. If Claire wants to be in the room while I make passionate love to you, then I say she should have that opportunity. We've teased her enough too."

Claire decided to join back in, "Look, I'm sorry I mentioned it..."

"Stop it right there!" I cut her off. "What I'm saying is I want you in the room with us. I want you to watch us. I'm so turned on by it right now, I'm practically demanding you to. We all know you'd like to, you've said as much. So come on."

I grabbed Marie's free hand in mine and then held out my hand to Claire as I walked toward the door. She placed her soft hand in mine and I led the way to the master bedroom. Upon arriving there I let go of both their hands and turned immediately to Marie, kissing her hard on the mouth.

Claire saw our reading chair sitting in one corner and made her way there. I grabbed the bottom hem of Marie's blouse and yanked it over her head. Quickly unclasping her bra, I freed her heavy breasts and attacked them with my hands. Our mouths mashed back together, tongues twisting and fighting for control. Marie's hand was on my cock again, stroking it slowly in her fist.

I placed both hands in her armpits, lifting her up and lightly tossing her onto the bed. I kissed her shoulders, neck and chest, making my way to her heaving breasts. I could see the deep arousal in her blushing skin tone and hear it in her ragged breathing. Dragging my tongue over her hardened nipples sent a shudder through her body. I firmly grasped one heaving breast in my hand while sucking the other deeply into my mouth. Tongue swirling, I forced every bit I could stuff in my wide mouth.

Marie's breathing was increasing by the second and my hunger for her body matched the intensity. I moved between her breasts, sucking, swirling, nibbling, playing and torturing her. It was not revenge I sought. No, I simply wanted to deliver pleasure and torturing her breasts this way always worked. I took my hand from her breast, caressing my way down her smooth stomach. Joining forces with my other hand, together they managed to get her jeans unbuttoned, unzipped and over her hips. She reached down and finished the job, never letting my mouth lose its grip on her nipple.

Taking the cue from me, she inched her way deeper onto the bed. I released her nipple from the suction provided by my mouth, dragging my tongue and lips over her belly. Slowing down, I licked circles around her belly-button and moved my hands up to keep attention on her breasts. Moving on from her naval, I kept my motion downward, sinking to her panties. I took a deep breath, smelling the musky aroma of her arousal. Moving slowly, I kissed every part of her mound, not moving a stitch of her lacy thong. Focusing more and more on her lips and mound, I applied pressure with my mouth and released warm breath into her core.

She wiggled and groaned with delight. At that moment I heard a light gasp from across the room and remembered, for the first time in several minutes, that we had a spectator. Glancing over at her, I watched as she plunged two fingers into her bare pussy. Moving my head back to provide better attention to my wife, I noticed Marie facing Claire's direction, watching her also.

I moved a hand from one of her luscious breasts down to help me tug aside her thong, providing access to her glistening pussy. Marie never has any trouble getting wet, but this may have set a new standard. Her panties were completely drenched. As soon as I moved them aside, there were drops forming like dew on her lips. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she had already cum two or three times. She was close, very close. Knowing this and keeping in mind the torture of the past few days, I took one long lick from just above her brown little hole all the way to her clit, flicking my tongue hard just at the end.

She shivered from the sensation, moving her hand to my head, pushing me deeper into her mound. Refusing to give in, I pulled back down and repeated the long stroke again. She moved her other hand now and roughly jammed my face into her throbbing pussy. Still refusing to give in, I only weakly dragged my tongue along her dripping lips. This drew a frustrated reaction from her. I was definitely enjoying this.

Deciding she and I had both had enough, I broke through her hands and moved up over her. Placing my pussy juice-covered lips on her mouth, I kissed her deeply while positioning my legs between hers. The tip of my engorged cock pressed lightly on her soaking pussy as I reached down to move her panties a bit more to the side. I pushed the tip in a centimeter or two then withdrew. Repeating this motion slowly, it was all I could do to not slam my hips into hers. Keeping the tease going, I repeated this about ten times, then pulled all the way out, holding steady momentarily. Again, repeating the slow, slight penetration a few times, I pulled back and held still.

In one thunderous thrust, I shoved my desperate cock in to the hilt, burying my balls against her ass and my head into her cervix. Drawing out, I slammed back in even harder. Finding a pace, I repeatedly slammed my swollen cock into her slick, velvety pussy. With each thrust my pubic bone smashed her clit and my cock head roared past her g-spot. Providing just the right stimulation after the agonizing torture, she burst out with a scream, her entire body shuddering and shivering in orgasmic spasms. Taking each stroke a little slower, but as hard as possible, I kept her cumming for at least half a minute, maybe a little longer.

She screamed with each thrust, contracting her tight pussy muscles even tighter on my cock. With all the teasing of the past hours, I knew I was unable to hold on much longer. As her contractions and shuddering slowed, her screams drifted down to mere mews and groans. I reached under each of her knees, bringing her legs up in front of me. Draping her ankles on my shoulders, I moved to a kneeling position in front of her. With a glazed over look in her eyes, she looked up at me and smiled.

Thrusting again, I smiled back at her, then looked over at the beauty on the chair a few feet away. Two fingers plunging deep in her pussy, she rubbed her clit furiously. Her legs were splayed out in the air and her face was bright red. She was looking straight into my eyes at that moment, her look one of pure, unadulterated lust. She mouthed something at me which I could not decipher. Showing my lack of understanding with a questioning look, she yelled out, "Fuck her!"

Smiling a devilish grin, I obeyed Claire completely. Slamming my hips into Marie, the slapping of our flesh together rang throughout the bedroom. I focused all my attention back on my lovely wife, impaling her time and again with my purple phallus. My balls began the familiar tingling sensation and I knew any moment I would erupt inside her.

Just then from across the room, I heard Claire squealing and grunting from her own orgasm. Keeping focused solely on Marie for the time being, I pounded hard a few more times. Sensing from my face that I was close, Marie contracted her pussy muscles around my cock, squeezing her tight pussy even tighter.

I had no chance. There was no stopping the inevitable volcano of cum. Yelling out through gritted teeth, "Oh yes...I cumming!!!!!" a blast of molten cum squirted into Marie's cervix. Grunting uncontrollably, I spurted huge amounts of cum into Marie. With the final release milked from my balls by Marie's pussy, I let her legs drop to my side and I collapsed next to her on the bed.

Slowly, regaining a limited amount of conscious thought and, resting my head on Marie's chest, I peered over at Claire still sitting in the chair, legs splayed open. She looked as exhausted as the two of us did. Her pussy lips were puffy and wet, but her hands hung down on her legs, no longer working their magic. Marie was still breathing at an elevated level, but slowly coming down toward normal. I gently caressed Marie's sweaty chest and neck with my fingertips wondering where things might go from here.