Incest/Taboo Boudoir Shoot with Wife's Coworker

Based on a true story. The names have been changed to protect the horny and shameless.
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As a freelance photographer there are few things more terrifying than finding out that you're going to have to scrap a shoot after you have paid for wardrobe and props and booked studio time because all of a sudden your model can't make it.

That's exactly the position I found myself in two weeks ago.

I had recently expanded my service offerings to include an edgy boudoir concept, and have been sourcing models to pose for promotional shoots. I have been shooting freelance for a couple of years now and have generally worked it into my client agreement that I can use photos from a given shoot for my own promotional purposes, but as this was a new concept (both in terms of originality and being new to me) I didn't have any images that I could use to advertise so I had to create them.

This meant jumping through the hoops of trying to find models who were not only willing to pose on a time-for-prints arrangement (a deal where the model receives the finished photos for her portfolio as compensation for her time) to meet my limited budget, but also willing to pose for risque, albeit tasteful art photos. Another wall I running up against was trying to get people on board with a unique concept that really existed only in my mind, which can be hard to do even when relaying your idea to artsy fartsy types suchs as models and other photographers.

That's why I was crushed when my model Lisa called me a week before a shoot we had been planning together to let me know that she had to go out of town on a family emergency. As far as I was concerned, I was screwed. In the remaining week I had to not only find my props which consisted of a football helmet and shoulder pads for this shoot, which aimed to deconstruct the male dominated world of pro sports. But now I needed to find a model with the vision to meet me halfway on making it happen, a far more exhausting hunt.

That evening I walked through the door wearing what must've been a hang dog expression, because my wife picked up on it right away.

"What's the matter Boo?" My wife Richelle asked me, no doubt throwing in the pet name in an attempt to brighten my spirits.

I told her the whole sad story about Lisa cancelling and now being out the money for the studio time which, while not financially devastating, was more than I cared to lose for nothing. She suggested we head down to our favorite watering hole and brainstorm over a drink. I was definitely game at that point.

As we sat at the pizza joint down the street from our place drinking craft beer and munching on fried raviolis we took turns throwing out the names of friends, acquaintances, accomplices, and contacts who I'd either shot with previously or that might be onboard for an undertaking of this nature. The pickings were pretty slim.

While we had a lot of good looking female friends who admittedly, I'd have loved to see in the state of undress required of the shoot I had envisioned, none of them were professional models, or even amateur, hobbyist models so that it made it even harder to consider who to approach.

"Damn them all for being so prim and proper," I thought facetiously, sighing in frustration.

Once we had run through a list of possible takers we settled into silence as we considered just which one might be willing to hop on this grenade and save my ass.

Richelle was midway through a big swig of her beer when she suddenly plopped her mug down on the bar and and quickly wiped a hand across her mouth to remove any errant suds. "I've got it!" she beamed "Nancy, Nancy Nelson, that's who can help you!"

I ran through the rolodex in my mind before mentally pulling out the card for one of Richelle's coworkers, a dark haired woman with reddish highlights of about 35 whom I had commented to Richelle previously as being very pretty. It had been an offhand comment at the time, just a casual, passive remark made upon getting my first glimpse of Nancy in a photo from a company outing.

I thought back to the photo. In it, Nancy had been wearing white capri pants and a white t-shirt with some kind of design on it I couldn't recall at the moment. Her strappy sandals and big floppy hat made the outfit adorable and I recalled her having a great smile. As I considered her for the shoot I had to admit to myself that I was intrigued by the idea of getting to see one of my wife's coworkers (especially one as attractive as Nancy) in just her essentials.

Now, as a professional photographer it generally does not enter into my mind to regard a model in this fashion, but I had to admit there was something alluring about working with someone who doesn't do this professionally. The kinky and imaginative side of my mind liked the idea of this little secret between the three of us that no one else at their office would be privileged to.

"Yeah...," I offered offhandedly "She'd probably be great at it."

I thought of Nancy who my wife described as a bit of a diva and figured that at worst, working with her would be like working with other stubborn models who thought they were someone they weren't. I've worked with plenty of those.

Richelle reminded me that Nancy was going through a rather ugly divorce at the moment and had resorted to crash dieting and drinking too much to cope with the realities of her life. "This shoot might actually do her good," Richelle said "You know, as a confidence boost."

I wasn't going to disagree. All I said was "Well. hit her up then."

We sat there for the next ten minutes or so formulating a text message that was likely to get her on board with the idea, but was purposely vague as toward the scope of the shoot in case she wasn't. Our thinking was that if she were on board with the idea of doing the shoot we could test the waters about how far she'd be willing to go, but we didn't want to suggest something that could've been deemed inappropriate to ask of a coworker if she wasn't interested. We sent it and ordered another round of beers, hoping for the best.

About 15 minutes later, Richelle's phone buzzed loudly against the formica bar top and shook us from our thoughts. I think I belied my enthusiasm for shooting with Nancy by grabbing quickly for Richelle's phone and opening the message from Nancy. All Richelle could do was laugh and shake her head at my schoolboy style eagerness.

The message from Nancy was a positive one. She would do it.

"Well," I thought to myself "I guess we'll see if she's really down when I tell her what it is I need from her." I resolved to email Nancy with full details that night to see if she was actually able to accommodate my request.

After finishing our beers, we paid our bill and walked the few blocks home. The whole time I was formulating a reply to Nancy and hoping that she'd be willing to don the football helmet, shoulder pads, and swimwear/undergarments I had planned to pose Lisa in.

I spent a good two hours hammering out an email message I was satisfied with and sent it to Nancy. I fully expected that once she realized what I was asking she'd chicken out. I shutdown my computer and went to bed exhausted, slightly buzzed, and full of anticipation for her reply.

Around 8am the next morning, I had my reply. Nancy was in! I could tell from the tone of her reply that she was not only willing to help but was excited by the idea. She had even mentioned different outfits and lingerie items she had that might work. This is also when I found out that Nancy had a serious high heel fetish as she mentioned about a half dozen pairs of shoes she intended to bring.

The rest of the week went by in a blur as I scoured the local area for the helmet, pads, and knee socks I still needed to complete the look for Saturday's shoot. Richelle told me several times during the week that Nancy had mentioned being super stoked to be doing the shoot, and had even ordered some items on her own. I was on cloud 9, this couldn't be going any better.

Saturday morning finally came and Richelle and I loaded my gear into the car for the trip to the studio which was in another part of the county. Normally, Richi begs out of accompanying me on shoots, but I insisted she come along this time as I had not met Nancy in person before and wanted her to be comfortable by having someone she knew along for the shoot.

We arrived at the studio, a place I hadn't rented before about 20 minutes prior to our scheduled time. The owner of the studio, a slovenly old skeeve named Marty, informed me that though the place was empty he had a policy that I couldn't set up until my time actually started. He justified it on the grounds of people having taken advantage of him before, but still I inwardly questioned his knack for customer service. I figured it was no big deal and actually a convenient excuse to kick him out once shooting did begin. He struck me as the kind of old lecher who would want to hang around on set, especially if you had a good looking girl with a set of size E knockers like Nancy's getting next to nude, but to my way of thinking he had just blown any chances of doing so.

Nancy showed up right on time at five to one and had with her a suitcase full of garments and a cloth grocery bag with a handle of Smirnoff No. 21, cranberry juice, and a couple of limes. "Just to take the edge off," she winked at me as we walked into the studio. This was my kind of model.

Marty and I buzzed about the studio turning on lights and getting them positioned as Richelle helped Nancy lay out her wardrobe items. Having gotten a load of Nancy, Marty was suddenly much more accommodating and was trying desperately to find any reason he could to hang about in the studio. He spent a good five minutes just plugging up an Ipod to some speakers he had and then just milled about making a general nuisance of himself.

That's when Richelle called me over to have a look at Nancy's outfits to see what I wanted to go with to start out. My eyes went to two matching bikinis, one white, one black. I thought about how Nancy would look in them and became mildly aroused thinking about how in a few short minutes she would be wearing one and standing before me for my shooting pleasure.

"How about one of these?" I said to Richelle indicating the bathing suits.

At that moment Marty called me out of the changing area with some technical question so I went to attend to that as Nancy stepped into the small changing area which was equipped with a small vanity and a comfy rolling chair.

As I was helping Marty make adjustments to the height of an overhead lamp I heard Nancy call out to me "Which one?"

"Hmmm..." I pondered aloud "How about the white one?" Nancy acknowledged my choice and I went back to getting the lights set up.

She came out a couple minutes later wearing the stunning two piece and a pair of spiky red heels that were about half a foot long if they were an inch. The suit looked amazing against her tanned skin, and the shoes made her long legs look very firm and inviting.

What really struck me however, was how shockingly well endowed she was up top. I had taken time to peruse her Facebook page prior to the shoot so I would have an idea of how to shoot her for best effect, and had noticed the disparity in chest size between older and more recent photos. Plus, Richi had told me that she was very well augmented so it wasn't a total shock, but still it was going to be an interesting shoot as normally, I work with models who are curvier on the bottom half. As an avowed assman this generally tends to be my preference, but I thought to myself in that instant that perhaps I needed to work with some chestier gals going forward.

I stood there holding my camera dumbly and trying not to stare at the awesome rack that was on display under the skimpy bikini. Marty, for his part was failing utterly and was damn near drooling out the side of his mouth. I figured I'd better get him out before Nancy became uncomfortable with his lewd stares, and quickly dismissed him from the room.

Of course though Nancy wanted to plug her phone up to the speakers, so I had to grab Marty to make sure this was okay and he took another few minutes to stand there and stare at this hot chick in her bathing suit before I pushed him out again.

With her music going, Nancy started to get into the mood and said she'd be ready to start shooting after she made herself a drink. Right at that moment I decided I needed a little something to take the edge off too and asked Nancy if she wouldn't mind fixing me a cocktail as well. She was happy to oblige and not be the only one getting liquored up.

Nancy bent over at the waist to dig for the drink items not a foot away from me with her butt right in line with my crotch. I couldn't help but stare at her ass in the white bikini bottom, and the copious amount of sideboob which was on display as she extracted the necessary items from the grocery bag. In my experience, women who are well endowed up top generally have slimmer hips and flatter asses, but as she had been surgically enhanced, Nancy was a crowd pleaser in every regard. As I looked up and away I noticed that my wife had been watching me. "Busted..." I thought, hoping I hadn't ruined things. To my relief Richi smiled a naughty smile at me and raised her her eyebrows a la Tom Selleck in Magnum P.I. to indicate her understanding if not outright approval. She knows what a horndog I am and was probably not surprised at this initial reaction to the fact that her smoking hot coworker was nearly nude and bent over within spitting distance of my cock.

I turned away and exhaled deeply to try and clear my mind of inappropriate thoughts.

Once her drink was made and she'd taken a few swigs, Nancy made mine and handed it to me announcing that she was ready to get started. I directed her over to the area in front of the black backdrop and told her I'd just take a few test shots to get warmed up.

"I've only done something like this one time before," Nancy informed me "I hope I don't ruin it by making too many stupid faces." I assured her that I was a master of shooting around goofy expressions but if it made her comfortable we could spend a few minutes making every silly face she could think of just to get it out of the way. She giggled and politely declined, but the offer seemed to have made her less nervous and soon we were snapping away as she turned this way and that as models tend to do and I drank in her magnificent bod through my viewfinder.

After a few minutes I asked Richelle to toss me the football we had brought and a fitted cap from my favorite team so that I could begin to incorporate my props. Nancy took the hat and placed it jauntily on her head. When I handed her the football itself though she looked about as comfortable holding it as she would a sleeping hedgehog. Lisa, the model I was supposed to be shooting with had professed a love for the game of football, but it seemed as foreign to Nancy as Classical Greek literature written in Mandarin. I learned from Nancy that her family was rather conservative and that her old man would've lost his mind if she ever picked up a football, so this was all new ground to her.

The first pose we tried was one with her holding the ball over her head, leaning with her hips cocked and one knee bent. Raising her arms over her head caused her boobs to rise accordingly and allowed her midsection to tighten fully. She looked phenomenal. I was glad for the presence of my professionalism, and my wife.

We went through a few poses I had wanted to try including the Heisman Trophy pose with the ball tucked under her arm and the other arm extended to deflect tacklers. Another pose I had thought of effecting was that of a Center on the line of scrimmage, in position to snap the ball. I demonstrated for Nancy how this pose was supposed to look and she did her level best to effect it given her lack of knowledge of the game and the fact that she was wearing those monster pumps.

The end result was nothing like you'd see on field, but left her tight round ass sticking up deliciously behind her. Her massive mammaries were also hanging down, barely contained by the bikini like two overripe grapefruits that were begging to be picked. I snapped a few photos from the front and then moved off to either side to incorporate more of her ass and thighs into the composition.

After a couple of dozen poses and some undirected posing on her part, we decided to break for a moment and do a wardrobe change. When Nancy returned she was wearing the black bathing suit.

Once she was in place again we resumed shooting going through a few of the poses we had already done just to capture them in this outfit. After a few minutes however I decided to work in the shoulder pads I had purchased with the intent of returning immediately after the shoot. They were a youth sized pair meant for teenage players, but given her slender frame, I was certain they'd fit Nancy well. I wasn't wrong. The only problem was that given her bust size the pads were a bit restrictive. I could see her making an effort to adjust the pads and decided to help her out a little. I'll admit at this point though I was just as interested in helping her and getting on with the shoot as I was getting closer to (and possibly touching) her sexy body.

I showed her the drawstring in front twhich was used to loosen the chest area, but hesitated to touch it because I didn't want to touch her inappropriately. She continued to struggle with it though so I offered to help, and when she removed her hands I brought mine up to it and drew the laces out, the edges of my knuckles grazing her skin as I did so.

I reached behind her back to grab the strap that clips into place so as to keep the pads stationery. Thankfully I got it buckled in without accidentally touching her breasts which were so close to my hands it hurt me not to. I wasn't so lucky on the second strap however. Richelle had also come to her aid by this point and was struggling with the strap on the other side almost as badly as Nancy had been. I reached across and snapped it into place, but as I pulled my hand away Nancy turned slightly and my fingers, middle through pinky brushed very solidly over her left tit.

By way of apology, I gave Nancy a sheepish grin and she gave me a small smile to indicate that she was aware that the contact was accidental. I looked over to Richelle who was trying hard to suppress a giggle at my unintentional blunder.

With the pads in place and the hat back on her head we went back to shooting. All in all, it was a very provocative look. The branding on the pads complimented the color of the hat and Nancy seemed more relaxed for some reason. She even began to get more flirty and suggestive with her poses.

Nancy had lovely full lips, and seeing that she was getting more comfortable, I encouraged her to use them by doing things such as the typical pouty face, the hilarious "Oopsie" face, and to blow kisses in my direction as we went through various poses. I fantasized through the viewfinder that those kisses were actually meant for me. "Dream on photo geek," I reminded myself "You're married and she's out of your league." Still the fantasy remained.

All the while we were shooting, Richelle had been on her phone browsing poses on the internet and sharing them with us so that Nancy had a visual cue. Around this time she came to us with another one. In it, the model is turned away from the camera but looking over her shoulder with a football held near her hip and a helmet dangling down in her other arm. Upon seeing it Nancy remarked "Oh, so you want a booty shot huh?" She smiled and laughed rolling her eyes even as she took up the pose.

Her ass was too perfect. Seriously, that motherfucker shouldn't have been allowed to be. It was at once hard and tight but looked deliciously soft to the touch. Also, as she shifted from leg to leg it moved and jiggled in a manner that was not congruent with it's apparent firmness. I said a little prayer inviting God to take me now.

As Nancy turned her head to finish the pose she realized I was standing there staring at her backside.

"Well...?" She said with a questioning eyebrow raised "How do I look?"

"Great, just perfect," I assured her. She gave a dismissive laugh and I brought the camera back up to my face to cover the shades of crimson I had turned for getting caught staring. Just before I did I caught Richi out of my peripheral vision. She was just smiling and shaking her head. When she noticed me looking she silently mouthed "oh brother..."

Just as I was chiding myself for being a total perv I was rescued by Marty barging in with some lame excuse about thinking that I needed flash triggers. I didn't, and hadn't even mentioned them to him. This was just an excuse to gawk.

Marty tried to take up small talk with Nancy who couldn't have been less interested in doing so. He tried some weak ass line like "Wow, you're doing great, you must have a lot of experience modeling?"

"I'm not a model at all," Nancy countered "I'm just helping out a coworker." Then she shot me a glance that read very clearly "Get him out of here!" I thanked Marty for checking on us and told him that we needed to continue, fixing my eyes in a posture that indicated that he was preventing us from doing so. He took the hint and left for his office closing and locking the door behind him. I don't even want to speculate on why, but feel free to do so yourself.

Internally, I blessed my lucky stars that he had barged in at just the right moment and saved me from looking like a creep.

With assface gone and the shoot back underway we decided to try some shots with Nancy wearing the helmet. The disparity between the protective gear and the soft material of her suit was very captivating. It spoke to the idea that women, underneath it all are still as strong and capable as men. This was exactly the look I had been trying to achieve with this outside-the-box concept I was pursuing. These shots would definitely be promo material, I thought to myself.

After trying a variety of poses with this look, Richelle broached an idea which was sure to ratchet up the appeal of the photos.

"Hey...Nancy...why don't you try a few without your top? You can just cross your arms in front of yourself to keep from showing too much." Richelle asked her.

Nancy looked at me and then at Richelle saying with a crooked smile "Are you sure you're okay with him (gesturing at your humble narrator) and the monsters?"

"Of course," Richelle responded "He's a professional. Besides, he's seen boobs before."

"Well...alright" Nancy said turning away from us to remove the helmet, pads, and her top "But you guys have to tell me if I have any nip slips." Richelle assured her that we would. I just nodded, not making any promises.

Nancy again donned the gear and turned around with her arms crossed over her enormous funbags. I literally could not believe my amazing fortune. I was slightly taken aback that my wife would make such a request, but oh so glad she did, as I would never have had the balls. I certainly didn't think that Nancy would go for it, but here she was. Strutting her stuff while trying to contain two of the biggest tits I'd ever had the pleasure of beholding with my naked eyes.

Needless to say, the so called "nip slips" were unavoidable. Every time she moved her legs she needed to reposition her arms, and there was just too much for one woman to contain on her own. I began to shoot continually, just holding the shutter button down, so as not to miss a moment of the fantastic show unfolding before me. I zoomed in on her chest area for a few of the shots and caught more than a few with her full rack on display as she adjusted her posture.

I then asked Nancy to remove the helmet and lie down on her stomach for the next series of shots. I positioned the helmet near her shoulders and gave her the football to hold in front of her chest in order to incorporate a semblance of modesty to the look.

She looked invitingly vulnerable lying there in this position with that killer ass of hers on display for my horny camera. Little did Nancy know that this was actually one of my favorite sexual positions, one that I fucked Richelle in often. Richelle sat idly by watching as we worked, and while she gave no indication, I'm sure the suggestion was not lost on her. She actually really enjoyed any sex that was from behind whether she was on her knees or lying prone as Nancy now was.

As Nancy was supporting herself on the carpeted albeit hard ground of the studio she would shift often. Whenever she did, Richelle and I were treated to a view of her nipples which had become quite erect. I fantasized that being so exposed was making her horny, but it could very well have been due to cool air from the fan that was deflecting the temperature from the studio lights. Still, I took the opportunity to get down on my stomach just feet from her so as to better observe (and capture for posterity's sake) those spectacular melons of hers.

I knew I'd be kicking myself later during the post production process for shooting so many frames of her erect nipples, but I reminded myself that every tug of my cock while masturbating to the resulting photos would be well worth it. As I stood to shift positions, I could feel my cock leaking precum into my underwear and was grateful to be in the darkness of the studio so that Nancy and Richelle couldn't see any resulting spots or the massive hard on my jeans were fighting to restrain.

After a few more shots we again took a short break. Nancy downed what remained of her drink and donning a robe, excused herself outside to smoke. While she was gone I took a moment to rehash the events of the last hour or so with Richi. I was hoping she'd tell me something arousing like the pictures (or Nancy's big boobs) were turning her on. Unfortunately she responded in her normal staid style and only commented that the shoot was really going well. I thanked her for suggesting Nancy remove her top. Of course, I phrased it as benefiting the overall shoot, but I know she knew me too well to believe I wasn't also thanking her for having her coworker flash me those magnificent chesticles of hers.

When Nancy returned a few minutes later she poured herself another drink and shed the robe before taking a seat on a metal folding chair in just her black bikini bottoms and the red pumps. Seeing as how she was making a tremendous effort to keep the girls covered just a few minutes ago, I was confused (although delighted) as to why she was making no such effort now. I supposed that it was because she didn't want to go full boob in the photos. Fine by me. I was more than content to sip my drink while she did the same as the three of us sat there chatting idly, her gorgeous tits on full display for Richelle and I to gawk at. Now, Richelle disavows any interest in women but I know that deep down she is as attracted to the female form as I am. I'm sure she was grateful for Nancy's lack of modesty as well.

After finishing the remainder of her drink, Nancy stood and rubbed her boobs in an innocent yet provocative motion before asking me what outfit I wanted to try next. I followed her back to the tiny dressing room and enjoyed the closeness as we squeezed in together and fumbled around one another looking at her garments.

I finally settled on a long sleeve black teddy which was opaque everywhere except for the ass which was comprised only of a thin veil of lacy material. I had picked it specifically so that I could get a good look at her nearly naked bottom and perhaps position her in such a way that her asshole would be exposed.

The first pose I asked Nancy to affect in the new attire was one where she was facing away from the camera, sitting on the helmet. I handed her a different fitted cap because I was loving how "street" this high class white woman looked wearing it. As she went to take up the instructed position, she was having a hard time coming down squarely on the helmet due to the tall black wedges she had changed into. I stood, camera at the ready as she bent and stood several times trying to meet the mark. Each time her buns would flex and separate, and each time they did a chorus of fallen angels sang hallelujah in my head.

Finally she was able to get her butt parked on top of the helmet but not before running her hands up and down her thighs and over her ass in a manner I found very erotic. She reached behind herself one more time to pull the material into the crack of her ass. I sighed aloud as her beautiful, full ass cheeks came into view and though both ladies heard me neither reacted in any way. Unfortunately however, the material was not playing ball by staying wedged in her buttcrack so Nancy pulled it out so it would present evenly to the camera. As much as I'd wanted it to work out, I consoled myself with the fact that aside from the thin, transparent material I could still see her whole ass, and would be able to see her sphincter if I positioned her just right.

I had taken about a dozen shots with her sitting on the helmet when Richelle excused herself to use the bathroom. With her out of the room I was free to adjust and lightly stroke myself when Nancy wasn't looking and I definitely took the opportunity to do so.

I asked Nancy to stand and repeat the pose where her back was turned to me and she was holding the football and helmet in either hand. I had meant for her to stay facing forward which would've kept her back to me. I did so intentionally so that I could stare at her sweet ass without her knowledge or the judgement of my wife who was still in the can. Nancy, however, must've thought I was going for the shot we did earlier where she was in this position but looking over her shoulder. When she whipped her head around, she caught me with a handful of hard cock massaging it through my pants. I stopped dead in my tracks and took on the color of an apple for the second time that afternoon. I awaited a furious dressing down, but instead was awarded a brief, coy smile before she turned her head back around. I made a few lame attempts at taking exposures, but mostly stood there rubbing my aching dick through my pants with Nancy's implied consent until Richelle walked back into the room.

When she did, she had a whole new set of poses ready for us to try out. The one that caught my eye had the model on her knees, facing away from the camera, with her ass jutting out and a football clutched in her arms. Richelle showed the pictures to Nancy who scoffed, "Okay, but I'm telling you I don't have the ass for that shot."

"Oh stop..." I blurted out before I realized what I was doing. Both women gave me a look that said "too bold". I wondered to myself why Nancy's modesty had returned to her with Richelle back in the room. I quickly dismissed the thought though figuring that I'd never find out.

At any rate, Nancy assumed the pose, and as I had expected, her ass was made for this very angle. I figured this would be my best chance to get a sphincter shot so I maneuvered around her adjusting the lights a bit to better highlight her anus and when I spotted her rosebud peeking out from between her cheeks I thought "Bingo" I dropped to one knee and clicked off five frames before you could even say "five frames," and committed the image to my personal spank bank for safekeeping.

We tried a few more poses and prop configurations before I hit upon the idea of asking Nancy to try the Center pose again. I recalled how that position had given her trouble earlier because of the tall shoes and the result was her ass being high in the air.

She took the pose as before, facing me, but I told her "No, how bout this time we do it from the other direction, like you're snapping the ball to the quarterback?" I doubt she understood my football jargon, but she must've understood my intent because she quickly reoriented herself with her ass high in the sky.

"Is this how you want me?" she asked saucily, giving me a naughty smile and licking her lips as she did so. "Yes," I said frankly, responding in kind to her jest, and giving her a sly smile "That's exactly how I want you."

A few more shots brought us to within five minutes of our time being up. Marty let himself in again and Nancy's demeanor instantly changed upon his arrival. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew that the magic was over.

Richelle and I rolled up my gear and props as Nancy speedily changed back into the silk top and silky wide leg shorts she had arrived in. We thanked Marty for his time and made our way out to the parking lot. After loading up the car we exchanged a few pleasantries with Nancy and thanked her for being such a great model. Just before we parted ways, we exchanged hugs and I was oh so glad to have her big tits squishing into me after all I'd endured longing for such contact. Thankfully my boner had gone away during the packing up process because as we ended the hug Nancy leaned back causing our crotches to touch and said "We'll have to do this again sometime. I can't wait to see the photos!"

"You bet" I shot back at her, sliding my hand down casually and dismissively across her ass as we parted ways.

Richelle and I drove home in relative silence, both of us no doubt pondering the shoot and how things had transpired. I watched her out of my peripheral vision as she drove. The entire way home she had a hand resting on her upper thigh near her pussy and every few miles she would clench her thighs around the hand drawing it up into her sex. I may not be a smart man, but I knew well enough to tell she was battling a serious case of horniness.

Once we arrived home we grabbed my stuff out of the car and brought it inside. No sooner had the door shut behind us than Richelle attacked me lustfully clawing at my shirt which I speedily removed to prevent her from ripping it off.

Before I had it completely off, she had come out of her pants and as I looked up she grabbed my arms and pushed me toward our bedroom. She shoved me down onto the mattress and I pulled at her arms taking her with me. I was lying diagonally across the bed and she climbed astride me fumbling at my fly.

She soon had it negotiated and was pulling my pants over my ass quicker than I could even hope to be of assistance. She wanted it bad, and especially in light of what had gone down today, I was ready and willing to give it to her.

With my underwear gone, my poor oppressed cock was able to breathe free and lament his aggravation to a sympathetic audience. Richi wasted no time in showing her support of my party member and had quickly taken the whole nine yards into her soft, wet mouth.

Now, I'm not gonna sit here and BS you by saying my rod looked like a baby's arm holding an apple but I'm telling you straight when I say that Richelle has never been able to deepthroat me. I guess that means I have at least one thing to be grateful for at Thanksgiving, besides free turkey. Regardless, I was reveling in her efforts, while in my mind's eye picturing Nancy with her plump lips gasketing my Johnson.

"Damn, that ain't right," I scolded myself. "This gal sets you up to take risque photos of her friend to support your new "business" effort, and here you are imagining some non-model executive assistant, while the real heroine gets no credit at all."

I looked down at my beautiful blonde wife. She was looking up at me with those heart-melting green eyes of hers while he did her best to further inflate my ego by staging a mock struggle to swallow my "hog."

Still, having allowed myself to fantasize about Nancy had tested my limits and I didn't want to cum too fast. I lifted Richi's chin with a gentle yet firm pointer finger. As her lips disengaged from my dick her eyes met mine and she got the hint. She climbed up my body and with a twist and a jerk we were fucking.

From atop, Richelle started a steady, urgent rhythm. Her head was angled in no particular direction and her eyes were closed as she licked her lips and begun to absorb the motion for best effect. We slammed away at each other's pelvises for about fifteen minutes, each doing our best to outlast the other before experience told us we'd better switch course or end up going over the falls.

Richelle climbed off and got on all fours offering me her eager vagina and well-rounded white ass for my carnal pleasures. I hopped aboard with the enthusiasm of a cosplayer at Comic-Con, driving my dick all the way home and we achieved synchronous motion within seconds.

As Richelle's plump butt thrusted back at me, and her exquisite love tunnel tested my endurance.

While banging into her sweet box, I was once again conflicted by thoughts of Nancy. I remembered how she'd bent over in front of me in her bikini and how I'd wanted to ram my cock home there and then. Well, I figured, here was my chance. Here was my chance to show that teasing photoslut what a naughty girl she'd been. In hindsight though I was probably delivering Richelle some poorly reasoned just desserts as well for making me stare at her friend's tits and ass all day long ass. The point is that I was on a mission to satisfy an urge that had been building inside me for sometime now, and I was not a man who was going to be denied. I fucked at Richelle's round white moons furiously, and her breathy moans confirmed that I was doing a good job of it.

I realized I was nearing the edge and tried to think about anything other than cumming. My first thought was to think about sports...football...oh fuck...bad example...

Thankfully at that moment, Richi squeaked out her orgasm in a low pitched but enduring wail that symbolized a lack of energy to do anything but receive endorphins. We have a mirror at the edge of our bed, a remnant of an old dresser that we had yet to find a home for. I caught the look of orgasmic satisfaction on her face and in that moment I wanted to be her so bad I plunged myself in harder and deeper than I thought possible.

I folded Richelle into an embrace that forced her down onto her stomach. My thighs closed around hers until she was in the same prone position that Nancy had been in when I had begun to leak preseminal fluid into my trousers not two hours prior. I thought again of Nancy and how I should actually be even more grateful to her, since her efforts had culminated in this well deserved romp with the one woman I truly loved.

I was going to town thrusting with vigor into Richi's pussy, my hips delighting in the feeling of her pillowy soft rounds against them. In that moment I felt such a strong attraction to both women that my tortured mind, devoid of thought provoking blood which had been diverted to my penis, gave up trying to determine what was right or wrong. I emptied my churning balls into Richelle's warm, silky nether regions.

Afterward, we never spoke about what brought on her bout of horned up abandon that caused her strip me in our living room, but I'd like to think it went without saying because we both knew.

If any of my colleagues in the photo game have a better assistant, I'd love to swap stories!​