Jean and I have had several adventures with our group of friends, but wanted to do something special for just the two of us.
I call this our fourth adventure, but in reality Jean and I have now enjoyed ourselves several times with our group of friends. This particular time, though, we enjoyed trying something that was a bit different and it was an adventure that just the two of us took on without our friends.
Jean will occasionally take nude pics of herself and send them to me at work or while I’m gone from the house. Sometimes I will show them to friends. Jean is aware of this and doesn’t mind as long as the friends don’t go around talking about it to others. One thing I have wanted to do for sometime now, is have a professional photographer take pictures of Jean, and I have always wanted the photographer to be a man.
I have looked online but although I have found several photographers who take nude pictures, for some reason, the vast majority of them seem to be women. I admit that part of the excitement for me is the idea of it being another man who is looking at, and taking pictures of my wife while her legs are spread wide for him.
I finally found a guy in Atlanta who provides this service, and talked to Jean about it. She wasn’t sure at first, but finally agreed to go with me one Saturday and get some pictures taken. I talked with the photographer and he told me to have Jean bring three or four bikinis or sets of lingerie.
Jean wanted to buy some new bikinis for the shoot, so we went online and found a site called myshopify.com that had some very sexy bikinis and bought a couple micro-bikinis and one slingshot bikini. Then we found another site, shein.com, where we bought a 5-piece lingerie set, and a very sexy club dress. Jean seemed like she enjoyed shopping for the items, but to be honest, I believe I was more excited than she was, and couldn’t wait for them to arrive so that I could see them on my wife’s body.
Our appointment with the photographer was three weeks away, so there was plenty of time for the items we had ordered to get to us, Over the next couple weeks the packages arrived, and Jean would wait until I got home to open them. Each time she gave me a call letting me know one had arrived, I would be waiting for quitting time, and then would speed home to see how it looked.
The bikinis arrived first, and Jean looked so hot in them that I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I immediately started mentally planning a vacation to a beach far enough away that nobody would know us, and where she would be comfortable wearing them out. At night, Jean and I would talk about her wearing the bikinis in public or on other nights, how the man who was going to be taking her pictures would be seeing, not only her wearing them, but taking them off, and we had some amazing sex during the three weeks waiting for the photo shoot.
We had one more order that we were waiting for. It was the 5-piece set of lingerie, and a mini-dress that had a metallic look, that we had ordered through shein. It was the week before the photoshoot was to take place, and we were starting to worry a little that it might not arrive on time. I came home from work on Wednesday, and when I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of Jean walking towards me wearing the mini-dress.
She looked amazing. The dress was tiny, completely covered with sequins making her sparkle as she moved. It had a low cut V-neck line with a thin strap holding it up, that was tied behind her neck. The hem of the dress came down to just below her crotch, and as she spun, showing herself off to my eyes, you could see it hugging her ass, ending just low enough that her cheeks weren’t hanging out. From underneath the dress, you could see straps going down her legs, to the garters on her thighs.
I guess Jean could see from the look in my eyes, what I thought of how she looked. She grinned, and asked, do you like it? I told her absolutely, I liked it so much that I needed to get her out of it. Jean laughed, and pressed herself against me, raising herself on tiptoes to kiss me. I bent down, and cupped her ass, picking her up as we kissed, and set her down on the kitchen table.
My dick had been at full attention since I first caught sight of Jean. I pulled my pants down to my ankles, as I pulled away from Jean’s kiss, and Jean looked down, and said, I guess you really did like what you saw. I told her that I wasn’t finished looking yet, and lifted her up slightly, so that I could push the dress up around her waist, without messing up the sequins.
The straps attached to the garters went up to a garter belt perfectly framing the skimpy see through panties that Jean was wearing. You could see her perfect hairless pussy through the panties. I knelt before her and spread her legs wide, as I pushed my face in between her legs, inhaling her scent, and kissing her panty covered crotch.
I reached up, and pushed the panties to the side, and admired the sight of Jean’s pussy. It doesn’t matter how many times I see it, I never get over how beautiful my wife’s pussy is. I leaned in close and ran my tongue along the lips of her vagina. Jean moaned, as my tongue delved into her, thrusting into her pussy like a small dick.
I have always loved the taste of my wife. I suspect that it is because of what she eats, but Jean’s pussy has a sweet taste to it. As I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could, I moved my tongue around, licking at the walls of my wife’s channel, trying to taste every inch of her that I could reach. I pulled my tongue out, once again licking the length of her opening and started flicking my tongue across her clit.
At this point, Jean, still bracing herself with one hand, reached forward and grasped the back of my head with her other hand, pulling my face harder into her crotch. I continued to eat Jean’s pussy and lick at her clit, and noticed her breath was becoming louder and quicker. I raised up, and as Jean looked at me, slightly disappointed, I lowered my underwear, freeing my dick, which at this point was saluting Jean with all it’s might, and stepped forward, burying my cock deep into my wife’s vagina.
Jean moaned as I began to thrust into her body. Her pussy was so tight and the feeling of it gripping my penis as I penetrated her was amazing. As I continued pushing into her, I reached behind Jean, and pulled the dress up and over her head exposing her small, but perfectly formed breast. I bent my head down to take one of her hard nipples into my mouth. Jean let out a little mewing sound.
The sensations my body was recieving through my dick, as it plunged in and out of Jean’s pussy, were reaching a point where I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Suddenly Jean’s body tensed, and I could feel the walls of her vagina tighten and spasm around my cock. This sent my over the edge. I began to pump frantically into Jean, until at last I could no longer hold back. Then I pushed deeply into Jean’s pussy and exploded, filling her with my seed.
I remained buried in Jean’s vagina, as we kissed, coming down from the high of getting off. After a few minutes, Jean pulled her mouth from mine, and told me to grab a napkin, so that we could catch my sperm when I pulled out, keeping it from getting on the new panties that she would be wearing to the photoshoot. I reached over and grabbed one from behind her, and placed it between her opening and the panties. Then as I slowly moved away from her, I watched as my dick moved out of the perfect pussy I had just fucked.
I helped Jean hop off the kitchen table, after which she immediately removed her panties, and went to the bathroom to clean herself off. I followed her watching her perfect ass sway in front of me. I reached out and grabbed one of her ass cheeks and Jean jumped forward laughing, then stopped suddenly causing me to bump into her, pressing my semi-hard dick into the crevice of her butt.
As my arms encircled her, one hand reaching up to hold her breast, while the other cupped her pussy, Jean told me that we needed to get ready because we had things we needed to do before it got too late. When we got to the bathroom, Jean removed the garter belt, and garters, and we got into the shower. We washed off each other’s body while kissing, until suddenly we heard the sound of our son’s cry, announcing to the world that he was awake.
I hurriedly got out of the shower and dried off, then wrapping the towel around my waist, I hurried into my son’s room and picked him up. He seemed happy to see me, and stopped crying. My nose told me that he needed changing, so I quickly changed his diaper, and then took him into mine and Jean’s bedroom where I saw Jean exiting the bathroom wearing only a towel around her head.
I sat down on the bed, laying my son on his stomach, so that he could be pushing himself up, and admired my wife’s nude body. I told her how beautiful she was. Jean smiled over at me, and as she lifted one foot up on a seat to rub lotion into her leg, exposing her perfectly smooth pussy to my sight, I told her that the photographer was going to love taking pictures of her like that.
Jean let out a short laugh, and said that she was excited about it, but also a little nervous. She said that she hoped that I would like the pictures. I told her that there was no doubt of that. I got up, and walking up behind her, kissed her on the back of her neck, as my hand reached under her, playing with her pussy from behind.
Jean laughed again, and said, “nope, we don’t have time for this right now.” She then also reminded me that our son was in the room, so I moved away, and we both finished getting ready.
The following two day’s went by at a snail’s pace as I waited for the weekend to arrive. Finally, it was quitting time on Friday. Jean and I had decided to go to Atlanta that night and get a hotel room so that we wouldn’t have to get up so early to travel, just to arrive in Atlanta and hurry to the studio where the photoshoot was to occur. We were leaving our son with Jean’s parents for a couple nights, so as soon as I got home, we packed our stuff into the car, took our son to Jean’s mom, and then started the drive to Atlanta.
As we passed through LaGrange, we stopped at the Rio Grande Taqueria for supper, and Jean got a margarita. Funny thing about Jean and margaritas, she tends to be a little wilder when she has had one. Sure enough, as we got back on the interstate, Jean took off her shirt, and I dared her to see if she could get ten truckers to honk at us. The first two or three truckers never looked down, but then as we slowly passed the fourth truck, Jean pumped her fist up and down, and sure enough the trucker honked his horn.
Jean laughed and waved at the trucker letting him get a good view of her breast. As we approached the fifth truck, Jean reached down and removed her shorts and panties. Then she turned with her back leaning against me, putting her right foot up on the ledge of the window, spreading her legs wide.
Once again, the first trucker never looked down, but the next three all looked down, and we slowed down giving each of them a good long look, after they had honked their horn in response to Jean pumping her arm up and down. By the time we had reached the outskirts of Atlanta, Jean had gotten honked at by seventeen truckers who had enjoyed the view of my wife’s wide open pussy.
Needless to say, once we got to the hotel, it was everything I could do to wait until we got into our room to take Jean. Once we got into the room, I immediately picked Jean up into my arms and carried her to the bed, before removing her clothes, and fucking her several times over the next few hours. When we were both sated, we laid in the bed, talking about our drive down, and the coming photoshoot, until finally we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Saturday morning, we got up and ate the free breakfast that came with our room, then returned to our room and got together the bikinis and lingerie that Jean was going to be posing in, and left for the studio. We were supposed to meet with the photographer at ten o’clock, so we arrived about fifteen minutes early.
As we pulled into the parking lot, we noticed that there were two cars already there. Jean commented on it, and I told her that it could be that one car was there all the time, or maybe the other belonged to someone cleaning the building on weekends. We got out of the car and walked to the door to see if it was unlocked, and finding that it was, we walked inside.
As we entered the building, a chime sounded. We found that we were standing in a lobby, with a couch and another door straight across from the door we had just entered through. Within a moment, the door on the other side of the room opened and a man entered, and asked us if we were his ten o’clock appointment. We aaid we were, and he came forward to shake my hand. Then he took Jean’s hand in his and asked if she would spin slowly around. As she did, he told her that she had a wonderful look, and that the camera was going to love her.
At this point he told us that we were his only appointment for the day, so we would be able to take our time, and take as many poses as we wished. He further explained that he had an assistant who was here with him to help with lights, and also for positioning Jean for any poses she might need help with.
As we went into the back room with the photographer, who had introduced himself as Paul, a tall blond man walked up, and the photographer introduced him to us as Andre. Evidently he was the assistant Paul had told us about. We were then told that Andre was a model that Paul used for many of his paid shoots. Paul also mentioned that if we were interested, he might could show Jean’s shoot to some people who might be interested in paying for poses.
We told him that we weren’t interested in that, and Paul said that he understood. He then asked to see what Jean had brought to pose in, and Jean pulled out the three bikinis and the set of lingerie. Paul told her that he thought she should pose first in each of the bikinis and then finish with the lingerie. Jean said ok, and grabbed the slingshot bikini. Paul told Andre to show Jean to the changing room while he finished getting everything set up.
I watched as Andre and my wife walked back to a door, which Andre opened for Jean, and they disappeared through it. Later Jean told me that Andre had asked her if she had ever modeled before, and she told him no. She asked Andre what kind of modeling he had done, and he said that it had mainly been ads for adult sites or penis enlargement products, and other things like that. Jean asked if that meant he mostly posed nude, and he told her yes.
She told me that he had taken her to a room and waited outside while she changed into the bikini. When she came out wearing the slingshot bikini, Andre had looked her over with approval and told her that she should seriously consider modeling. She said that when she turned to walk back to where Paul and I were waiting, Andre had grabbed her ass, and told her that she was perfect. Jean wasn’t sure whether to be angry with him or not. She said that it had actually kind of turned her on a little, so she just told him, thank you, and headed out to the main room.
As I saw them coming back into the main studio area, Paul turned and looked at Jean in her bikini. He told her that she looked fantastic, then he told her again that if she were to ever be interested in modeling, to let him know. Paul then pulled out a green background that looked like a huge sheet and placed a table that was the same color on top of the part of it that was on the floor.
Andre came over toward where I was and started positioning lights and those umbrella looking things. Once he got finished, he stood back a little as Paul came back to the cameras he had set up. Paul had set up several little video cameras and had one camera that he held in his hand. Paul told Jean to go over to the table and strike a pose. Once she did, Paul took one picture, then stepped back to his computer and looked at the images and videos that had come through.
I guess he was looking to make sure of the quality before getting started and standing behind him, I could see everything very well for myself. Paul immediately started giving Jean direction on another pose and then another as the lights flashed and his camera clicked. Paul had Jean first do poses that showed off her fantastic body but were fairly basic. When he had her turn to the side, she wasn’t quite at the right angle, so Paul had Andre go to her, and position her with one leg kind of angled forward, showing off her side boob, and ass to it’s best effect.
I noticed that when Andre helped position Jean, he ran his hand along the side of her breast, and also held her ass while positioning Jean’s leg. Jean glanced over at me, and I acted like I had not noticed, and gave her a wink. Paul took several pictures from different angles on this pose, having Jean turn her head to different areas that he had marked on his wall and ceiling. Then Paul paused and told Jean for the next pose, he wanted her to hook her thumbs in the strings going up from her bikini bottom to the top, and pull it away from her breast.
Jean looked over at me, smiled, then looked back at Paul and Andre who both had their eyes on her, and pulled the top forward creating space between the top and her breast, and exposing her hard nipples to all of our view. Paul said, “beautiful,” as he raised the camera and lights flashed several times. He then had her face us, and spread her legs wider, while pulling the cups outward, baring her breast. Once again, the lights flashed several times.
Paul paused and told Jean to hold that pose, and told Andre to move her bottoms to the side. I watched Jean standing there with her feet spread apart, as Andre moved forward, and put a finger into the crotch of her bottom, and pulled it to the side exposing my wife’s smooth hairless pussy. Jean just looked at Andre’s face as his finger obviously ran across the skin of her privates, and smiled at him as he stepped away.
Paul took several pictures again, and then had Jean get up on the table. Andre stepped forward again, posing Jean, on her knees, facing away from us, and looking back over her shoulder toward us. Then once again, Andre ran his finger inside the string that was nestled inside Jean’s ass, pulling it out and then to the side exposing Jean’s camel-toe more fully. Andre seemed to see some trace of lint or something, and brushed at my wife’s pussy several times with his fingers.
I noticed as he stepped away, that Jean’s privates were starting to glisten a little indicating that she was starting to get a little wet. I also couldn’t help but notice a very large bulge developing in the front of Andre’s pants. Paul took many pictures, with Jean’s bikini gradually being removed. Andre seemed to be needed on each to pose Jean and I watched as each time, He found some reason to touch Jean’s breast or pussy.
Finally they were done with the first set, and Paul told Andre to take Jean back to the dressing room, to change into her next outfit. By this point, Jean seemed to be pretty comfortable with Andre, and didn’t bother getting dressed before disappearing into the back area while talking to him. Paul and I walked over to his computer to look at the pictures he had taken, and they were fantastic. I don’t know how it’s possible, but Jean’s body, and glistening pussy, looked even better in the pictures than they did standing in front of her.
Paul showed me how he could take Jean’s picture and make it look like she was in a bedroom, posing on a bed, or at a beach. He had all kinds of backgrounds that he was able to replace the green sheet with. It was pretty interesting to see what all he could do with the pictures.
Paul told me that I was a very lucky man, and asked if I would mind if he kept a copy of the pictures when we were done. He assured me that he would never post or sell any of them without our permission. I told him that I guess that wouldn’t be a problem. About then, Jean and Andre came back out, this time with Jean wearing an extremely small micro-bikini. Paul once again had Jean start posing while standing on the green sheet, then squatting, and in various poses of her kneeling and laying on the table.
First she had on the bikini, then again as before, she gradually lost it posing completely nude. Also, as before, Andre would position her, always managing to run his hand over Jean’s body and privates for a second as they passed. Suddenly, Paul stopped taking pictures, and asked if we would be interested in changing things up a little, just to make the pictures more interesting.
I asked him what he had in mind. Paul told us again that Andre was a model, and wondered if we would be fine with having him pose in the pictures with Jean. Jean and I looked at one another, and I told Paul that would be up to Jean. Jean looked over at Andre, and then at Paul, and asked what all would be expected while doing this. Paul assured her that it would mostly just be what had already been done, except that this time they would be photographed. It would mostly be Andre undressing her and maybe some suggestive poses, but that they would only go as far as she was comfortable with.
Jean glanced over at me again, and then said ok. I was slightly surprised, but being already extremely turned on by watching two men admiring Jean’s body and the constant view of Andre feeling her up, I was kind of looking forward to seeing what would happen.
Paul told Andre to hurry to the back and get the other two outfits, and bring them out. He then told Jean that they would just go ahead and do these next poses with the next bikini, and if she liked it, then they could also do it for the lingerie poses as well. Jean said that it sounded good. Andre arrived with both the lingerie and bikini in his hands, and Jean took the bikini and put it on.
Paul once again took a full set of pictures with Jean by herself in the bikini, then removing it, and finally many pictures with her fully nude in varios poses. I noticed once again as Jean was posing laying back with her legs spread wide, that she was becoming very moist and that not only was I sporting a tent, but so were Paul and Andre.
Paul told Jean to put her bikini back on and told her that he was going to take pictures of her and Andre together. Andre stipped down to just a pair of boxer briefs, revealing a huge bulge in the front.
Paul first had Jean and Andre pose facing each other with Andre reaching around and grasping Jean’s ass. Then he had Jean face the camera directly with Andre standing behind her. He had her turn her head to the side and shut her eyes while Andre held her against himself with one hand on her lower abdomen while the other cupped her right breast. It made it look like he was kissing the side of her neck.
Then as Paul continued to take pictures, Andre dipped his hand into the front of Jeans bikini bottom and cupped her pussy as his other moved underneath the top to hold her bare breast.
You could see the imprint of Andre’s hand rubbing Jean’s pussy under the bottoms, as the lights continued to flash. Then Andre reached up behind Jean’s neck, and then to her back, to untie her top. As Paul continued to snap photos, Jeans top fell away, and Andre moved his hand back around to the front cupping Jean’s small breast in one hand, while the other remained inside her bottoms, playing with her pussy.
Paul told Andre to have Jean kneel on the table and pull her bottoms to the side. Andre lifted Jean up onto the table and helped her into the desired position, then pulling her bottoms to the side he held open the lips to Jean’s sex as Paul leaned in to get a close up of Jean’s pussy.
Paul told Andre to put his head up to Jean’s spread legs as if he were eating her out, and Andre did, giving the perfect illusion that he was performing oral sex on Jean. Paul then asked Jean if it would be alright for Andre to touch her vagina with his tongue so that he could take a picture of her pussy looking like it was being licked. Jean thought about it for a second, and looked at me. I told her that it was up to her, and she said that she guessed so.
Andre helped Jean turn over, then he spread her legs wide and knelt between her thighs. Then I watched as Andre leaned his head forward and placed his tongue against my wife’s pussy.
Paul said, “perfect,” and started snapping shots, telling Andre to move his tongue to this spot or that. I noticed that Andre never lifted his tongue from Jean’s vagina, but rather glided it along the skin of her privates as he moved it from place to place. Paul then told Andre to place the tip of his tongue just inside Jean’s lips to make it appear that he was penetrating her with his tongue. Rather than just posing, Andre pulled Jean’s lips apart, and licked her vagina a couple times, before pushing his tongue as deeply as he could into my wife’s pussy.
Jean moaned loudly with her head back as Paul continued to take pictures of her as Andre ate her pussy. Jean reached forward and grabbed Andre’s head pulling his face tighter against her pelvis as she continued to quietly moan.
Finally, Paul decided told Andre to get up on the table with Jean and take off his underwear. He wanted it to look like they were 69ing each other. When Andre took off his boxer briefs, I saw that he had probably the biggest dick I have ever seen. It looked like one of the ones you see on penis enlargement ads. I looked over at Jean and saw that her eyes were locked onto it.
As Andre got into position, it looked very much like they were both pleasing each other orally. From my position, I could tell that it was mostly a pose, but as I watched, I saw Jean reach up with one hand and start to feel Andre’s penis. Andre certainly didn’t move away, as a matter of fact, he pushed a little closer to Jean, and my wife opened her mouth and took the tip of Andre’s dick into her mouth.
Paul noticed this immediately and started taking pictures as Jean sucked another couple inches into her mouth and started running her hands up and down Andre’s dick. Andre in the meantime, had started seriously eating Jean’s pussy, and from what I could see, he was enjoying it every but as much as I do.
Paul must have been worried that there wouldn’t be as much to do with the lingerie shoot, because he suddenly called a halt to everything, and told Jean that it was time for the last outfit.
Jean looked almost disappointed, but she got up and put on the lingerie, as Andre put on his underwear once again. Jean looked so hot, and I was so turned on that it was all I could do to remain where I was.
Paul told Jean and Andre that in this shoot, he wanted them to use the table like a bed and pretend to make out while Andre undressed Jean. Andre helped Jean get up onto the table where he joined her, then he reached around her, grabbed her ass, and pulled her body close to his. He lifted his head to the side of Jean’s and it was hard to tell for sure, but it looked like he was kissing the side of Jean’s neck just behind her ear.
As the camera clicked and the lights flashed, Andre pushed Jean’s legs apart, and ran his hand up her smooth thigh until the palm of his hand rested between her legs. Paul kept shooting pictures, as he directed their actions. Paul told Andre to pull down one side of Jean’s bra, and squeeze her breast. Andre did this, and then Paul told him to put Jean’s nipple between his lips. Andre did this as well.
At about this point, Paul had Andre remove Jean’s panties leaving her with one breast covered and just the garter belt and garters below. Then he had Andre and Jean kiss, as Jean placed her hand inside Andre’s underwear, grasping his penis, while Andre reached down and spread the lips of Jean’s vagina with his fingers. Paul continued to record everything from every angle.
Next, Paul had Andre stand up, with Jean kneeling before him. He had Jean pull down Andre’s underwear, as the camera continued to click, and put the tip of Andre’s penis into her mouth. Jean paused for a second, but then Paul reminded her that she had already done this on her own in the previous group of photos, so Jean agreed, and took Andre into her mouth.
I was getting so hard at this point that I was ready for the shoot to be over so that I could get Jean into the dressing room, or car, or just anywhere to fuck her brains out. I knew this was going to be hot, but I never dreamed it was going to be like this. Suddenly, Paul called a halt to everything and told Jean that he had an idea.
Paul told Jean that he would like to make it look like her and Andre were having sex. So he wanted Jean to lay back with her legs spread, and Andre get atop her between her legs. Then Paul had Jean raise her legs up, entwining themselves behind Andre’s butt. From where I was at, I could tell that it was just a pose, but looking at the computer, it did look just like Andre was fucking Jean.
Paul then asked for one more thing. He asked me and Jean if he could get a picture of Jean in various poses, with just the tip of Andre’s dick inside Jean’s vagina. I thought about it for a minute, but to be honest, I was so turned on that I don’t know if I was thinking straight about anything. I said once again, that it was up to Jean. Jean paused and asked, “just the tip?” Paul said yes. Just enough to make it look like he is really inside you on the other pictures. Jean said that she guessed that would be ok.
Jean laid back down on her back, and spread her legs. Paul came up close, and since I couldn’t see as well, I looked over at the computer where I could see in high definition a close up of the tip of Andre’s dick enter my wife. Jean let out a little gasp, and Andre moaned. Andre told Jean that even just that little bit felt amazing. I watched as one of the video camera’s recorded Jean repositioning herself, causing another couple inches of Andre to enter her.
Paul meanwhile was clicking away with his camera. He then told Andre to switch places with Jean and lay on his back, while Jean would squat above him, once again placing the tip of Andre’s penis into her vagina. Andre did this and Jean positioned herself above Andre while reaching down and guiding the tip of his penis into her opening.
Paul told Jean to hold it right there, as he moved around and took pictures from different angles. Jean’s legs started to quiver a little, and Jean told Paul that her legs were getting tired. Paul told her to just hold on one more minute. Suddenly, Jean’s legs collapsed, and I watched as the full length of Andre’s gigantic cock disappeared into my wife’s pussy.
Jean immediately started to lift herself up, but Paul stopped her and said that since it was already done, why not take advantage of it, and let him take a few photos. Jean settled back down and said ok. As Paul took the photos, I noticed that Andre was slowly moving himself around inside Jean. Jean’s eyes closed, and a look of euphoria settled on her face.
Paul was no longer telling Jean or Andre anything to do. He was just taking pictures of what was going on. Andre put his hands under Jean’s ass, and started lifting her up about six to eight inches and then lowering her down until he was completely buried inside her again. He then lifted Jean up about eight inches above his pelvis, and started to thrust his cock into my wife’s pussy. Jean started moaning softly as Andre sped up the rhythm.
After a couple of minutes of this, Andre lifted Jean off of his cock and picking her up into his arms, he stood up and laid Jean down onto her back. Andre then grabbed his dick and once again guided it inside my wife. Jean pulled her legs up giving him even more access to drive deeper into her vagina. Andre groaned loudly as he pumped into Jean, and Jean reached up and pulled Andre’s face down to her own, opening her mouth to kiss him deeply.
Jean started making the little mewing sounds that I love so much, telling me from across the room that she was getting close to reaching her orgasm. Suddenly, Andre picked up the rhythm slamming the entire length of his massive cock into my wife until Jean started screaming. At this, Andre buried himself in Jean’s pussy and started grunting as he got off deep inside my wife.
This entire time, Paul had continued to take pictures from every angle as his many video cameras also captured everything. Andre looked down at my wife, and told Jean that he believed she was the best he had ever had. As he pulled his dick out of Jean’s pussy, Paul told me that if I could wait about thirty minutes, he would have everything ready for me.
I told Paul that would be fine. Then as Jean started back to the dressing room carrying her bikinis and lingerie in her hands, I told Andre that I would accompany her this time. When we reached the dressing room, I immediately pulled my pants down. Jean looked at the rock hard state of my dick, and laughed saying that she could see I had enjoyed seeing her get fucked by Andre.
I told her that we could talk about that later, right then I needed her. Then I turned her around and bent her over, while guiding my own cock into her already slippery pussy. I was so turned on, that even though her pussy was very lubricated with her own juices and Andre’s sperm, I only lasted about five minutes before adding my own sperm to Andre’s deep inside of my wife’s vagina.
Once I pulled out of Jean, she turned around and put her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. Jean told me that she loved me so much. I told her that I loved her even more. As we kissed, I explored my wife’s body with my hands. Each time I would run my hands across her pussy, I could feel the flow of sperm dripping from Jean’s opening. It turned me on so much knowing that a lot of that sperm had come from Andre.
Finally, we got dressed, and walked back out into the main area where Paul and Andre awaited us. Paul informed us that he had just finished working up the photos and told us that he was also including a video for free. The pictures were great. Paul had made it look like the bikini pictures had been taken on a beach. The clarity of the photos with Jean showing off her body and pussy was amazing.
The pictures of Andre undressing Jean, had been made to look like they were in a bedroom, as well as the group with Jean in her lingerie being undressed, and then fucked by Andre. Paul had taken great pictures of their full bodies as they fucked, as well as close ups of Jean’s pussy stretched around Andre’s cock.
After we viewed the pictures, Paul handed me a zip drive and told me that all the pictures as well as the video were on it. Then he looked at Jean and told her that he had really enjoyed photographing her, and to let him know if she ever wanted to model. He told her that it was women like her that made him love his job.
Jean told him thank you, and Paul told her, “no, thank you.” He told her that I had given him permission to keep copies of everything as long as he never shared them, and that he could guarantee that he was going to be enjoying her pretty regular. Jean blushed just a little bit, but then told him that she hoped he would enjoy them.
After we left, we went to the hotel, and Jean took a shower. While she was in there, I found that I could plug the zip drive into the hotel TV. When she came out, I asked her if she would like to see the video. She excitedly said yes, and I turned it on.
Like the pictures, the video had Jean being taken to bed by Andre. I held Jean’s naked body close to mine with one of her legs laying across my thigh, and as I felt the soft skin of her pussy, we watched Andre pump his massive organ into Jean’s pussy. I noticed immediately that Jean was getting wet, and hurriedly replaced my hand with my own cock, pumping into her as we watched another cock pump into her on the screen.