I used to model for my husband Dillon fairly regularly, until our increasing lust interfered with his art. We continued to experience each other but I rarely posed for him, well on the job anyway. I had no problem getting work, since my reputation was established, long before working for my eventual husband.
We were professional about our careers and our relationship was strong, also we were realistic enough to realize the temptations that that existed, and we might partake of with others. Dillon and I actually incorporated our work exploits into our lovemaking. The freedom not to have guilt because of the trust we had, became our strength.
After two years of marriage, I sensed that I was experiencing more excitement outside the marriage than with Dillon. We communicated about it realizing it was with the both of us. We never came to a definitive conclusion about how to handle it, as we went on with our daily lives.
Since the only work I was doing for him, consisted with conservative photo jobs, I was surprised when he approached me about needing me to model for him the next day for an erotic shoot, since the model he had booked had taken ill. Of course I agreed, but at the same time excited and intrigued that I would be doing an erotic shoot with my husband directing again.
We drove to the shoot site the next day, which was a penthouse studio overlooking the lake. The owner was about to leave until he gave me a thorough looking over, and asked my husband, if he'd mind if he hung around. Promising not to be seen, my husband agreed reminding him that he would have to be invisible.
Dillon had me change into a loose boat neck top, loose fitting sweat pants, wearing only a thong underneath. The premise was that one of the models was my trainer, and eventually his friend would stop by and interact with me. Seemed simple enough, and I was ready and anxious to meet them as soon as they arrived.
Reminding Mr. Franco that he could stay but out of the way, while Dillon took single intro shots of me. He was more than pleased, illustrated by the wide grin that I would become accustom to seeing.
Dillon had me lean against the glass, with my foot against it with the top fallen to my elbow. Those type of poses continued teasing Mr. Franco, while his approving grin seemed to be etched into his face. In one shot he had me adjust the top, exposing my areola, which was definitely a hit with my audience of one. I was enjoying the tease session, but was getting anxious to have my fellow models arrive.
My wish was answered when a blonde Adonis entered, followed by a hunk of a Jamaican. I looked toward my husband subtly licking my lips. He grinned back, knowing I approved.
Posing with the Jamaican Jamal as my trainer, my husband's direction became more intense after the basic "Exercise" shots. Having him stand behind me with his big hand on my breast plate, he had him extend his fingers until they were resting on the rise of my breast. With the top staying up only by the bend of my elbow, Dillon had him stretch a finger to my puckered areola, eventually instructing him to move along the top of my erect nipple to harden it even more. I noticed Mr. Franco's hand go to his crotch for an adjustment, right before I closed my eyes as Jamal's mouth was nibbling on my neck, just like my husband instructed. My knees were trembling, and I was feeling moist. Between my legs.
Gently guiding my mouth to his, I straightened my arm allowing my top to expose my breast, which he instantly cupped with his hand while my husband praised him for the move. "Enjoy, get intimate with her breast, while you leave the other covered with her top." His caressing and nipple play almost brought me to orgasm.
While I was still in the throws of passion, Dillon told me to turn and face my Jamaican. With my body pressed tightly against his, while enjoying the length of his cock pressing against my belly, without instruction I slid my body lower over his.
I had done this with Dillon shooting me before we were married, and I felt he wanted me to create a natural scenario for the shot. With Jamal's hands on my shoulders, I rubbed my face over his phallus, then outlined it with my tongue capturing his helmet between my teeth. He moaned and trembled from my technique. Looking up at him, I took the waist band of his shorts and slowly lowered them.
Greeting the glistening slit with the tip of my tongue, trailing it slowly over the underside of his shaft, while my husband was almost on top of us shooting stills. I gazed into the camera with seductive eyes, as I opened my mouth wide taking his meat into my mouth, until my husband casually directed: "Draw his shaft deeper and guide his thrust, then we'll break"!
Working at least three quarters of his dark shaft into my mouth, enough to make my gag reflex react, I sucked him in and out until he groaned and I felt his hot meat throb. As soon as I sensed he was going to cum, I released him. He stumbled backward away from me. Adjusting my top, I gave my husband a kiss. He drove his tongue into my mouth behaving like the closet cuckold he is.
During the break I cajoled Mr. Franco, as he propositioned me for a private session. I thanked him for the complement, but informed him that I only follow my husband's instructions. He abruptly ended our bantering, to meander over to Dillon. I grinned at the prospect of my husband acting as my pimp.
I was surprised when Mr. Franco separated from my husband with a satisfied air about him, as Dillon ordered us to go closer to the living room furniture.
My husband instructed me to sit next to Tim on the couch and for us to get comfortable. I threw my leg over his, as he bent over and kissed me gently on the lips. It was very casual as our interaction progressed in intensity, with Dillon's guidance. Hell, I was enjoying myself.
Soon we were joined by Jamal, initiated by a gesture from my director husband. With the guys exploring my erogenous areas and I theirs, the passion was becoming uncontrollable. My husband was continuing to encourage us to continue, as my top was removed and re-purposed as a blindfold.
With fingers from both of them exploring my slurping cunt, clit, and exploring the outside ring of my anus, I was kicking my shorts off past my ankles with alacrity.
Positioned like a rag doll with my head hanging off the arm of the couch, an unknown cock was gliding across my lips, while my breasts were being suckled, and my pussy was being meticulously licked.
With orgasmic tremors beginning to form within my body, I didn't realize that I had taken on an additional participant. Could this be the reason of satisfaction on Mr. Floyd's face after talking to my husband during break?. It didn't matter. I needed the ravaging of my body to continue.
Turning my head to the side with my mouth partially open, I felt pressure from a cock's head pressing against my lips. I opened it enough to capture it's helmet, pausing it's advance with gentle pressure from my teeth. He wasn't going anywhere right now.
I wanted to feel the wide girth of a cock against my vaginal entrance, and I got my wish when I felt my labia being spread apart. I was ecstatic with anticipation, as I allowed the cock in my mouth to go deeper. With that both men began short thrusts in my mouth and cunt, while I observed their hardness and length increasing. At that moment I was focused on pleasure and nothing else.
Taking as much of the cock in my mouth that was available, it did pass my gag reflexes and entered my throat. This excited the meat that was between my legs which started banging me fiercely, until a stream of hot cum shot deep inside. He was spent and slipped out easily.
The cock in my mouth was working overtime to reach orgasm, and was actually becoming uncomfortable for me to continue to accommodate. I placed a hand on his paunchy stomach, and instructed him to fuck me! He moved between my legs and easily slipped into my cunt. In seconds my mouth was filled by another.
Sensing a challenging girth and length about to fuck my face, I extended my tongue past my lips to give him a glide path to enter. After feeling a trickle between my legs, I began to gag on the meat that was being forced down my throat. The force and volume of his load actually took me by surprise. I orgasm-ed as soon as both had evacuated my orifices.
During the initiating of my repose my husband was removing my blindfold. Adjusting my eyesight I looked up at my cuckold husband masturbating above my face. I welcomed his seamen hitting my face with such force that it splashed. My modeling career would again be put on hold for a while, but I would never forget this session.
END 8/2021
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