Northern Nevada is a great place to live. Not that the Pacific Northwest is less, by any manner of speaking, but since I am in the electronics business and working with Software, and this has become the second Silicone Valley, it was the natural place for me to hang my hat, and here it hangs, at least for the moment.

My life has involved quite a bit more travel than I like of late, and my routes back and forth across the country and from top to bottom would resemble a spider’s web if you were to draw them on a map.

However, I find myself here, in Reno, once again. Extra time on my hands led me to restart a previous photography endeavor just to give my creative juices an outlet. The money was not bad either.

What I did not realize at the time was that the endeavor would give more than just my creative juices a workout when Kristen once again came on the scene.

In Chapter 3, if you recall, my last act was a vow not to make Kristen wait that long ever again, and while it has been a while, I am happy to report that it was not entirely my fault.

We had passed like ships in the night several times, each of us being in the same area but unable to connect for whatever reason.

The last two times my phone had rung that morning, I had missed picking it up. Since there had been no message left, 'Telemarketers,' had been my initial thought, then it rang again, so I answered intending to do away with them immediately.

"Stan James,” I said in my best business tone.

"Hello, is this Intimate Moments Photography?" Said the male voice on the other end.

"Yes," I replied, "Stan James, speaking, can I help you?"

"Oh good," he replied, "I thought I had been given a wrong number because of your answering message, but I double-checked and decided to try one last time, I am glad I reached you."

"This is just a sideline for me," I said, "something I enjoy doing but not my main focus."

"My wife and I heard of your work from Jim and Sandy McCallister and would like to use your services. Are you available to meet and talk this Friday evening?" He said.

"I suppose so,” I answered. "What is there to talk about? If you know Jim and Sandy, then you are aware of my stock in trade, so to speak."

"Yes, we are, but what we want is kind of involved, and we have some friends who would like to meet you as well, so a meeting first would be more appropriate, then, if our proposition appeals to you, perhaps we can move ahead."

He had finished speaking and waited quietly for a reply.

I must admit, he had piqued my curiosity with his mention of the words ‘proposition' and ‘friends' what exactly he had in mind was a mystery. 'What the hell, I did not have anything else going Friday night.'

"Where and what time?" I asked

He gave me the address and name of a local nightclub that I had not heard of before.

"Very well,” I said. "How will I know you?"

"Jim and Sandy will be there, so just look for them," He replied. "See you Friday night."

With that, he broke the connection, and I clicked over to Outlook express to note the appointment in my address book.

I did not think much more about Friday night until the following day, Thursday, when my phone again rang, this time with Kristen's number visible in the display.

"Hi," I said, "what a pleasant surprise!"

"Hi yourself!!! she said I have an even more pleasant surprise for you."

"Oh," I said, "what could that be?"

"I land in Reno tomorrow evening at 7:00!!!" she bubbled, "and, I can't wait to see you again."

"Wonderful," I said. "Give me the airline and I will be in baggage claim to meet you."

"Flight 5412 on American," She said

"See you then! I said anxiously, “Where are you staying?"

"Well, I was wondering if there might be room at the Hotel James?" She giggled

"I will have to check… of course you might have to share a room with an old fart, in order to get accommodation,” I chuckled

"Well, I really doubt that he is that much of a fart, is he?" She laughed and said, “Gotta run, see you tomorrow!"

Her reference to the 'fart' without mentioning the” ‘old' was due to our corresponding birthdays, we had both turned a year older, just twelve days apart and for twelve days we had been the same age, until I passed her by one year, again.

It was then that I remembered my appointment for that evening but then dismissed it. I was certain she would not have a problem accompanying me while I met the folks and negotiated with them… My surprise was when I discovered, the following night, that the club we were meeting at was devoted to the "Swinging Lifestyle."

I had been watching television a couple of nights back when a Bow flex commercial came on featuring this fifty-year-old woman with a "Bow flex body." While I watched it, I had thought of Kristen and made a mental note to call her.

Let me say this about her appearance. Five-foot-seven, I think, probably 38D 24 36. I am not sure of her weight, she always says she needs to lose weight. I have no idea where she would lose it from. Her face is chiseled and fine-featured, with a sparkling smile and eyes. Beautiful auburn hair and hazel eyes, and to compare her to the Bow flex model is really unfair, she is so much hotter than the Bow flex model. She makes her look like a saggy has been.

She has been a professional model, owned a modeling agency, and is an all-around beauty. Now add to that exterior, a heart full of love. The IQ of a genius, and the guts of a prizefighter in a business deal.

Added all together, you know why I love her as deeply as I do. I just wish we could get our lives to coincide long enough to make it permanent somehow.

At Reno International Airport, I am waiting at the carousel that will deposit her luggage when I see her striding towards me. All her confidence and professional air mingled with her sensuality causing whiplash among the men she passes. Her coat is billowing at the bottom, revealing long tanned, perfectly shaped legs.

However, she only has eyes for me, the hug, the kiss, filled with the promise of later. The smell of her hair and her closeness send my blood pressure climbing.

We continue to hold each other, as we waited for her luggage, kissing and whispering. Finally, the luggage arrived, and we are in the van and headed for my place, just a few minutes from the airport.

"What are our plans for this evening?" She asked as we deposited her luggage in the "Old Fart's" room.

I watched as she deftly unzipped her garment bag and helped herself to some closet space.

"I thought we could grab some dinner downtown, and then I have to make a brief stop, after which the night is yours, M'lady,” I answered.

"What brief stop?" she asked.

"I have a photography client that I have to meet, in order to finalize what they want to have done. I am to meet them at a lounge downtown, and I thought you might like to tag along."

"Ok," she said, "but then Doctor Kristen says right back home and right to bed."

"Yes, Ma'am,” I answered with a snappy salute.

The Hilton, while not downtown, was the choice for dinner. No reservation was needed, and it afforded us plenty of time.

Kristen ordered shrimp scampi while I ordered a porterhouse, rare, thinking I might need the protein if her attitude was any indication, and then came the wine.

It never ceased to amaze me how she could sip wine and enjoy it. I watched her lips as they touched the glass, drawing a small amount of the pale liquid across her tongue, waiting as the fruit burst at the back of her palate, then, with an approving look at the glass she returned it to the table, and asked me, “So tell me about this new photography venture of yours."

"Well, it is not really new, just revised, I said. It is something I used to do in Portland, I photograph lovers during intimate moments."

"How intimate are the moments?" She asked

"That depends. I answered, sometimes we pre-arrange a romantic afternoon, where I follow them and with a long lens just take photos of them doing what couples do on a romantic afternoon." I paused and then answered her unasked question. "Sometimes I may continue to photograph them throughout the evening and into the night."

"You mean shoot them making love?" her eyebrows arched upward.

"Let's just say I have done that on occasion,” I replied

"Tell me about it!" her intensity surprised me

"What do you want to know?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Everything. She said. You know me, I want all the details."

"How about if I tell you everything about one?" I asked. "We would be here until next week if I told you everything about everyone."

"Ok," she said, "but don't leave even the smallest detail out."

"Alright, here goes,” I smiled. "Once upon a time." And she threw her napkin at me.

I laughed and then started in earnest.

"Several years ago, around 1998, I was introduced to some tattooed people by my kids, we were having Thanksgiving at their house and they had invited these people."

I continued, "Talk turned to my photography and they wanted to see my portfolio, and so I showed them pictures of various females in boudoir settings and they asked for my card. I received a call from them a few days later and they asked me to do some portraits for their family and I agreed, then they called again and asked if I would take some intimate photos of them just for them."I agreed to that and on a Friday, I went to their home, camera and lights in tow."

"What happened then?" she asked.

"The first part of the shoot was uneventful, taking shots of them in their living room against various backdrops to send to the family, then they asked if I was ready to do more revealing shots for them. I told them to tell me what to shoot and write me a check when it was over."

I smiled at her, continuing, "So they left the room and then shortly both returned nude. They both were covered in body art in various places, and I set up lighting in front of the fireplace, with the fire behind them and soft lighting illuminating their bodies they began to make love."

"Oh," she said. "Was it hot to watch?"

I replied, "Yes it was. They were inhibited at first, and I felt that the first two rolls of film would be thrown away, but then he began to eat her, and she laid back in front of the fire as he applied his mouth to her sex. Now the inhibitions began to make room for desire and I started shooting some serious shots. Close-ups of his mouth and tongue at work on her as she writhed with pleasure. She was getting off on the exhibitionism and I was becoming aroused. Her eyes would open, and she would look over at me as he dug in deep and brought her to orgasm, her eyes meeting mine as she climaxed."

"Mmm," Kristen said.

"Soon they switched positions in front of the fire, and I photographed them as she rode him. They then picked various poses that they thought would look sexy and I took shot after shot. An hour or so later, they were ready for a break and they suggested a drink."

I continued, "I had set my camera down and was relaxing with my drink when he passed me a joint. I took a hit and Jill (his wife) came over and placed her head on my knee. I reached down and stroked her hair while he and I talked. He mentioned that it was interesting that they felt comfortable enough to have me do this, and I said that I agreed, but what the hell we were having fun."

I paused, before carrying on, "Jill looked up at me and asked how comfortable I felt with them. I said, 'very comfortable, why?' She asked me if I felt comfortable enough to take off my clothes for the next round so she could look at me as they made love. In answer, I stood up and removed my clothes, in so doing my cock was level with her mouth and her husband looked at her and said, ‘go for it,' and with that, she sucked me deep into her mouth and began to deep throat me."

Kristen shifted in her seat and leaned forward with rapt interest, affording me a lovely view down the front of her blouse.

"I was not sure how to react so when she did this, I kind of waited to see his reaction. Which was to pick up his movie camera and begin to record his wife's performance."Some time passed, and they asked what I was into, and I said, 'just fun but I am straight as straight can be.' They both looked disappointed, and I said: 'sorry, this is one heterosexual male you have here.'"

Kristen grinned at that.

"Jill smiled and said, 'well honey, looks like you are out of luck this time.' 'Damn,' he said, 'and I wanted some of that wood in my mouth tonight.' I was surprised by his statement, but then he looked at me and said, 'ok, get in front of the fire and eat her and I'll film it.' I looked up at him and said, 'I don't want my face recognized,' and he said, 'no problem, and I did as he asked.'

I took a sip of wine before continuing, "We were getting more and more involved when we switched places and Jill had her pussy over my mouth. The grass and drinks had taken effect, and I was laying on my back on the floor with her over my face and then I felt a hot mouth on my cock. It took a minute for it to register that the angle was wrong, and I looked up to see her back straight above me and I realized that he was sucking me."

Kristen was squirming in her chair a bit and then leaning forward she asked, "and how did you feel about that?"

"It was weird but if I did not think of it as a guy doing it since I had my face buried in her pussy, it was not too bad. After a while, he said, ‘Jilly, I've got some serious wood here, and you sure you don't want this in your pussy?' She responded by spinning around and impaling herself on my cock. She rode me through a couple of orgasms while his camera rolled, then he grabbed my camera and took some still shots as the lights were still set up."

I continued, "I had not cum yet and she slid off of me, positioning herself in between my legs and again began to deep throat me, as she did I felt my orgasm finally approaching and so did she. I came and she licked and sucked swallowing as she let some of my cum drip down my cock only to chase it with her tongue and consume it ravenously, when I looked up he was behind her buried deep in her pussy and he filled her with cum as she collapsed on me."

"Wow, that was hot!!!" Kristen whispered across the table to me, "What happened then?"

"We all adjourned to their large shower and he and I took turns washing her front and back and she washed us up. Then they got me some blankets and I slept on the couch until the following morning when I awoke to coffee brewing."

"Did you do anything else with them?" Her eyes sparkling with intensity.

"She brought me coffee and sat down on the couch next to me. I was still nude, and she was wearing a robe, we sipped coffee and she slid a hand under the blanket and began caressing me. Her husband sat watching as she uncovered me and once again began to fellate me. I had become comfortable with the situation and idly stroked her hair as she slowly went about arousing me, then she looked up at him, and said ‘I think our new friend is ready for round two.'"

"He stood up and said, 'let's go in on the bed this time.' I stood up and she, from her seated position, swallowed me again. I looked down at her and told her, 'if you want me to make it to the bedroom, you better stop that now.' She smiled up at me and slid her lips off of my cock with a pop and we went into the bedroom."

"Oh my God," Kristen said, "I am so wet if you don't finish this story soon, I am going to slide off the chair to the floor."

"I got onto the bed on one side with her in the middle, and he got in on the other side. The bed was wrought iron and canopied, and I imagined her tied to the bed, her body writhing in ecstasy as she was ravaged by us, But, that was not the way it worked out."

"She turned her back to me and began to kiss her husband as she pushed her ass back against my hard cock, our hands were roaming over her body as she began to moan and undulate while we stroked her. He was kissing her lips and I was licking and biting her neck, my cock nestled in the crack of her ass and I whispered in her ear ‘I want your ass.' He had heard me, and they broke the kiss, she looked back over her shoulder at me and said. ‘I have never done that.'"

"That's my man!" Kristen giggled, "always got to go for that ass."

"My cock was significantly larger than his, so he would have been the logical choice to take her anal virginity, but she pressed back against me and said, ‘take it slowly please.'"

"I went out to the living room and got some lube out of my shaving kit and returned to their room, they were still kissing and fondling as I slid into bed behind her. The lube was cool as I applied it first to her ass and then to my cock, I slipped a finger into her and she began to intensify her moaning."

I watched as Kristen squirmed slightly and rubbed her thighs together.

"When I was certain that she was lubricated enough to allow penetration, I slid closer and began to run the head of my cock up and down between her cheeks, stopping each time to gently press against her little butt, after a few strokes she began to push back against me and I felt her open slightly. As head slipped inside of her sphincter and she moaned and hissed around his mouth as he continued to kiss her intensely."

I carried on, "She broke the kiss finally and told him to play with her clit. He got down and began to eat her, as he did she forced more and more of me into her ass."

I watched Kristen's hand steal down between her legs under the table.

"'I want your cock in my mouth honey,' she moaned as she was coming close to orgasm and so he moved around into a sixty-nine position. She was now moaning and sucking and trying to thrash both directions at once as her orgasm overtook her. She began to shake. I started slamming into her ass as he slammed into her face. My cock shot into her, and, it sent her into another spasm. She slammed her face down on his cock as he let go in her mouth."

"After a few minutes we separated and as I lay on my back with my hand on her hip I said. ‘Damn, I wish we had that on film.' He chuckled and said, ‘we do.' I then noticed the camera on a short tripod on the dresser pointed at the bed."

"My God!" Kristen exclaimed. "That was too hot for words, why don't you publish a book about your adventures, and start with that one?"

I laughed and told her I had been thinking about it.

During the telling of the story the check had been paid and we now stood to leave. As I helped her on with her coat she pressed her ass back against my groin and whispered over my shoulder. "Let's go back to your place now."

"Business before pleasure my love, I still have an appointment that we are almost late, for now, remember?" With that, I bent and kissed her neck just below her ear and she moaned, then moving away from me we headed for the door.

I held the door for her as she climbed up into the van and admired her legs before closing the door. When I walked around the van she moved on her seat to sitting sideways facing my seat and as soon as I had climbed in and shut the door she dropped to her knees in between the seats and unzipped my pants.

I never wear underwear and so my ready cock sprung to attention followed immediately by her attempt to swallow it whole.

Let me tell you this, I have never met a woman who loved to orally love my cock like she does. Her eyes bored into mine as she began a slow slide up and down me.

I felt her tongue as she licked the underside of my cock, then she moved upward and closed her mouth around me as she dived down.

I felt the head of my cock enter her throat as she worked me toward orgasm. Her enthusiasm and incredible technique had me unloading in her mouth in minutes, as she swallowed my cum she rose up and passionately kissed me.

When the kiss finally ended she looked me in the eye and said with just a hint of jealousy. "Was that as good as Jill did for you?"

"Sweetheart, compared to you she was a rank amateur,” I said and kissed her again. The truth was, I meant every word of it.

***The Club***

"Looks like this is the place,” I said as I pulled into the secluded parking lot.

"This is where you are meeting them?" Kristen asked

"This is the address, so it must be." I jumped out of the van and went around to her door, as I opened it I was again treated to a view of her legs.

It was hard to believe after the head she had given me just moments before, but I felt the familiar twinge between my legs as I helped her down… of course, I felt twinges anytime I was in her presence.

The club was part of a motel, there was what I found out later was discreet parking and as we made our way inside, we were both in for a surprise.

"$35.00 please," The door person said smiling and looking Kristen up and down.

"Oh! I said I didn't realize there was a cover, I am meeting someone here on business."

"Are you Stan James?" she asked, and I answered in the affirmative.

"Jim and Sandy have paid your cover, the last time I saw them they were in the couple’s room, right this way." And with that, she turned and walked a short distance to a curtained doorway indicating that we should enter.

What we saw next was something we were certainly not expecting.

Moving the curtain aside I ushered Kristen in before me, as I stepped inside I ran into her as she had stopped cold in her tracks. As I looked over her shoulder I must admit, I was equally frozen in place.

The room was probably twenty feet by twelve feet there were TV's hanging in the corners showing porn and the room was ringed with couches.

Along the left side, there was a woman topless, with a man whose face was buried in her sex, as another woman and she shared a deep kiss.

The next coach had a man receiving a blow job from a woman who knelt between his legs.

Moving further around the room a woman was being taken from behind as she fellated a man who knelt in front of her.

On the next couch, I saw Jim and Sandy, sitting back and watching what was going on around them. The music was loud, and it would be difficult to talk but I motioned to the couple and Kristen and I crossed the room to their couch.

Jim stood as we approached and grasped my hand, leaning toward me we shouted hello's and I introduced Kristen as he motioned for Sandy to rise and introduced her to Kristen. He indicated that we should exit the "couples’ room" and so we did.

The din in the bar was only reduced by a couple of decibels, but we could hear a bit better and Jim indicated we should step outside which we did.

"Wow," I said, "I knew you guys were liberal-minded, but this is a bit more than I expected."

"Yeah, sorry about the surprise, but we wanted you to meet the gang on neutral turf." Jim lit a cigarette, drew in the smoke and exhaled.

"The gang?" I questioned

"Yep, are you interested in the rest of the deal?" He asked.

"I guess so. I am here, so let's do this. What's next?"

"We have a room where everyone is gathered to meet you, it's right this way." And with that, he turned and walked away.

I looked over at Kristen and she raised one eyebrow and looked at me. I shrugged, and we moved off after Jim.

Following Jim, we climbed a flight of stairs onto a motel balcony and he led us to a door and knocked, the door opened soon, and we were ushered into a room filled with several couples.

They were all different sizes, colors, and shapes. Jim announced us, and we met several who came over to introduce themselves.

A gentleman appeared who introduced himself as the man who had called me and offered us a drink.

After the drinks had been provided we began to notice some things, for one thing, we were being given the once-over by several of the couples.

Before long, Ed, the gentleman who had placed the call leaned over and asked me a question that caused me to almost choke on my drink.

"Do you two swing?"

I sputtered a bit and explained that, first of all, we were just dating, and that we had no idea this was the case or I would not have brought Kristen with me.

Ed smiled, "No worries, she is a beautiful woman, so I had to ask."

"Not a problem. Can we get down to business?" I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

More so for her, and what this would mean to our relationship than I was for myself.

Ed spoke to the room, a bit louder now. "As we have mentioned prior to this little get-together, this is Stan James. You have all seen the work he has done recently for Jim and Sandy."

This brought a chorus of affirmatives. "We are desirous of his services tomorrow night to record our night of fun in 35mm and digital format. All in favor say, 'Aye.' We heard a chorus of 'Aye's'. Opposed?" no response.

Ed then turned to me. "You needed to pass the test, now that everyone has approved of you we can negotiate."

I was still a bit taken aback but being cool under fire is something you learn in life, so I said, " Ok, negotiate away, you have my attention."

Kristen stood very close to me but watching the goings on in the room. One couple was making out on the bed and she was studying them but keeping her ears on my conversation with Ed.

"Your normal fee is $400.00 for a complete photo session per couple, is that correct?"

"Yes,” I answered

"We have a social club, that enjoys parties. He said, so we would like to make you an offer."

" We have seven couples that are going to meet tomorrow night."

"Go on,” I said

"We will pay you $300 per couple, in advance to join our party and photograph everything that takes place." He studied me for a moment.

"The photos would be our property, and all media that you used would be surrendered to us at the end of the shoot. You would have no rights to publication or the images. You would simply shoot the photos and then go home."

"Sounds like a fair deal to me,” I said.

"Your lovely Kristen would be welcome to join you, and the two of you should feel free to participate in the party, if you like."

"However, there is no pressure to imbibe as it were, just know that the invitation is open should you choose to."

"We have a deal,” I said and shook his hand. Afterward, he handed me a slip of paper with a time and address on it. I took it and we turned to leave as the couple on the bed moved to the next step, she was engulfing his cock with her mouth as we left.

***home***

Our ride home had been quiet, Kristen chuckling quietly to herself and so I asked her what was so funny, and she replied, "Look what happens when I leave you to your own devices?"

"$2100 for a night's work with a camera is not bad,” I replied, and she laughed again louder this time.

"And for having fun at that," She said

Upon entering the "Hotel James" I offered her a drink.

"Vodka tonic, please. I am going to change into something more comfortable," She said over her shoulder as she headed back toward the bedroom.

I mixed her Vodka tonic with Ketel One and poured some Black Velvet over ice for me. Her return took my breath away.

Kristen is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. That is not prejudice talking, she is stunning. As she entered the room wearing a flowing black negligee that was see-through my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing black FMP's (fuck me pumps) and her body was displayed so it's the best advantage.

I handed her the drink I had mixed for her and after she took a sip she looked up at me and I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth was hungry, I felt her lips devour mine as we kissed. I knew we were not going much further and so I began a slow descent down her body. Her breasts are firm, the nipples stiffened as I sucked them into my mouth.

She was sitting on a bar stool as I knelt between her legs and sucked her sex into my mouth. Her juices were dripping as my tongue lapped them up. Her negligee all but forgotten I continued to eat her.

She gripped my hair and pulled me into her as I licked her. I stood and spun her around to bend her over the bar stool and slid into her to the hilt, her cries of lust were punctuated by my moans of pleasure as I hit bottom. As her orgasm approached I felt her clench around me, milking me but I refused to cum for her yet.

We took our drinks back toward the bedroom and as we fell into bed she squirmed around and swallowed my cock, I could feel her throat as she milked me, and I wanted more, I tangled my fingers in her hair and fucked her face. She took as much as she gave and soon I was near climax.

She stopped suddenly and looked at me, fire in her eyes, her nostrils flaring, gazing at me with a glazed look, "Fuck my ass!" She demanded.

She was on her hands and knees and so I grabbed some lube and quickly coated myself, I slipped a finger into her and felt her surrender. I moved forward and placing the head of my cock at her back door I pressed forward. Her ass opened, as she pulled me in. Her hand stole to her clit to bring herself to orgasm as I slid in and out of her. The feeling was so strong that try as I might hold it at bay, I felt my orgasm building. She pulled off of me and laid on her back. Pulling me toward her, we were in the standard missionary position, but the difference was that she pulled me into her ass.

As I slipped into her, we kissed as she gripped me and began to milk me with her ass. I was so far gone that all I could do was hang on and wait for the orgasm to hit, and hit it did, soon I felt myself let go inside of her ass, as she moaned and came at the same time.

Kristen moved down onto the bed slowly, and as she did I stayed with her and we both settled onto the bed, my cock still embedded in her ass, she moved her leg over me and I rolled to my side holding her to me and whispered in her ear, "You are the stuff dreams are made of.

"I can't wait for morning," She whispered as she snuggled back against me and we drifted off to sleep.

Morning arrived a little ahead of schedule, I awoke to sensations of warmth in my groin and I looked down to see Kristen carefully washing me with a warm washcloth, and then drying me with a soft towel.

She smiled up at me in the still dark night, illuminated by candles and bent to take me in her mouth again.

There was no urgency now, as there had been before. She curled up next to me and gently licked and sucked my now hardening cock back to life. She began a steady stroke up and down my length, again feeling it hit the back of her throat and occasionally entering as she swallowed me.

Her hot mouth bringing me to the brink several times and then finally she moved her body so that I could return the favor.

Lovingly, licking and kissing each other we loved long, and we loved hard. We loved soft and gently, tenderly giving each other pleasure.

I felt like I had smoked some killer bud as my focus tunneled down to her sex under my lips and tongue. Finally, we disengaged from our mutual oral efforts and she sat astride me.

She leaned down and kissed me, neither of us needing to offer a guiding hand I felt myself slip into her depths. A warm sheath of female flesh surrounding my hardness as we moved in sweet, gently rhythm together.

Our breathing quickened as our lips meshed together, our tongues dueling, soon she tensed, and I felt her flood me with her burning issue.

The heat, the candles, the erotic vision of Kristen in the throes of passion completed me and I erupted within her again. Collapsing against me as our breathing returned to normal, she sighed,"Good morning my love."

Several hours later, the sun has risen on schedule, I was awakened to the smell of fresh coffee. I opened my eyes to see Kristen dressed in the striped shirt I had worn the night before, sitting by me on the edge of the bed and sipping coffee.

"Your coffee is on the nightstand, my Lord, and Master."

Her voice a kind of dreamy, silky, loving voice. Not the one you usually heard when she was in the business model. She leaned down and kissed me gently saying, "I love you more than I thought I could ever love a man, did you know that?"

My heart leaped in my chest as I heard those words, it was obvious that she had been giving our relationship some serious thought, and that statement was the culmination of her study.

"I have never loved, as I love you, nor will I ever again," Was my answer.

Kristen looked at me as she drank her coffee, she appeared to be studying me and then she asked, "Tonight, is when you shoot the orgy?"

The question took me totally by surprise, not the question itself but the word "orgy" at the end of it… I told myself, well she is right, that is what it will be.

"Yes, I start at 8:00 tonight."

"Am I invited?" She asked

"Do you want to go?"

"Of course."

"Will you 'imbibe' like you did the with the tattooed people?" She asked.

"How would you feel if I wanted to?" I answered her question, with a question.

"How would you feel if I wanted to?" she asked

That question took me off guard a bit, how did I feel? I loved her, more than I realized at that moment. I had felt completely comfortable sharing my experience with the tattooed people with her, what would I feel if she shared a similar experience with me?

I would feel ok, we loved each other, the experience was pure sex, and would have no effect on my feelings toward her. Or would it? Time to find out.

"Before I answer that, may I ask you a question?" I said

"Of course," She replied

"Ok, tell me about a sexual experience that you have had, that was outside of the norm."

She seemed to study me again for a minute. Then reaching some internal decision she began...

"Ok, I was on a photo shoot in Cabo and we had been there for days and days. Up early in the morning to catch the light, thank God the water was warm. I had been up late meeting and greeting the local high Mucky-mucks. I was sharing a room with another model and we had returned to our room, as I laid down on the bed I moaned in pain."

She continued, "Kathy was her name and she asked what was wrong. I told her about some pain I had been having in my low back and hip and she asked if I would like a massage. I told her I would love it but felt extremely selfish in letting her do it for me."

"So what happened next? I asked.

"She smiled and said, ‘you can make it up to me someday if you want,' so I said, 'you got a deal.' She produced a bottle of oil and said, ‘strip,' and so I did. Her hands were wonderful as she massaged me from head to toe. Her hands moved up and down my body, concentrating on my low back and my hips."

"That sounds good, " I said.

"She commented on how tense I was as she began to work on my legs. Her hands spread my legs and she began to work first on the left, sliding her hands up until she brushed my lips and then on my right. Her hands continued to work their magic and I began to relax, as I began to relax she said, ‘you really need to release some of that tension,' and her hand then moved straight to my clit."

She continued, "Her tender massage sent me over the top and I came hard and quickly to her touch. Then she said to roll over. I was feeling very relaxed and comfortable as she began to massage my breasts."

Kristen's far away look attested to the happy memory and I took her hand.

"My nipples hardened into little points and she smiled down at me, soon she had her face between my legs and was licking me to the point that I was insanely grasping at her head and pulling her face into me. Just as I was about to cum she moved until her pussy was over my mouth and I began to lick and suck her just as she was doing to me. I had never had sex with another woman before and it was strange, but her pussy tasted so sweet, I could not stop."

She added, "She was making me feel so good that I wanted to return the favor. We spent several hours like that, and after the photo shoot went our separate ways."

I pulled her to me and kissed her gently.  I truly appreciated her willingness to tell me the story.

Ok… time for self-evaluation… how did that make me feel?

I felt fine. It had nothing to do with my love for her, however, it had brought about a reaction below the belt that testified that I liked the story.

"Well if you want to 'imbibe' I suppose it would be ok with me, how about you?"

"Let's take a shower and think about it," Kristen said and with that she stood, the shirt fell to the floor and as she walked toward the bathroom she looked back over her shoulder and said. "The last one in is a rotten egg."

Much later we were dressed and headed for the party. I lost track of the number of times we had made love.

In the shower, after the shower, after lunch, before dinner, it was all a blur.

***The Party***

The house was in the clouds outside Reno, huge entryway, curving staircase, all the amenities including pool and hot tub.

I had shown Kristen how to use the digital and we mingled and snapped photos. I was shooting a Contax RTS 3 and she was using my Sony digital. I liked the Contax.

The motor drive and strobe worked effortlessly and with a 110 mm lens, I avoided the curse of Parallax distortion. (the phenomenon that makes legs appear miles long, or noses, or cocks…. well some things might be better left alone.)

In several of the rooms, plasma screens adorned the walls with classic porn playing.

You could watch Linda Lovelace (of course) or Marilyn Chambers, however, no one seemed to be paying attention.

I had entered one of the upstairs bedrooms where a foursome was underway, a delicate Asian woman was being summarily fucked by two white males as a second Caucasian female kissed her breasts and stroked her clit for her.

After taking some shots of them, particularly a close up of her face as she came, I moved on.

In the next room, there was a dp taking place with a young attractive blonde with a black man under her and a white guy in her ass. Some close ups of them yielded what I thought would be good shots and then I moved on.

The night progressed pretty much like that until I ran into Kristen in the living room. She and I had been pretty much ignored throughout the evening until a young beautiful couple joined us.

The pouting young blonde knelt at my feet and complained that I had hardly taken any photos of her, at which point she unzipped my pants and began to lick and suck me.

My cock hardened immediately, and Kristen started snapping away. As my new friend sucked me, her mate moved behind Kristen and slipped his hands up to her breasts.

She was moaning as he caressed her and then he unzipped her dress, moving it off her shoulders she shrugged, and it fell to the floor. He was nuzzling her and with his cock pressed against her ass. He seemed to have her attention.

My new friend was working on my cock like there was no tomorrow. I began to snap photos of Kristen as she succumbed to his advances.

Her head was thrown back against him as he devoured her neck.

As she began to moan another couple appeared in the room and the man moved immediately to Kristen's breasts and began to lick and suck on them. Her knees began to tremble as the sensations overwhelmed her.

The female half of the second couple had joined my new friend in sucking on my cock. as I watched the two of them vied for me and my attention, but my attention was riveted to Kristen.

Soon the living room began to fill with bodies and all the males gravitated to Kristen. I was watching as her night turned into one of wild passion.

The two who had originally begun to take Kristen to the moon had been joined by others, she was now lying on the floor with a cock in her mouth and the original guy with his tongue deep in her ass.

Soon there were two more men on either side of her, caressing and kissing her as she fondled their cocks then soon their positions reversed, and she was on top of one of the guys with his cock deep in her pussy.

A young stud had taken his place in her face and she was swallowing him whole while another of the group had taken her ass. I was watching her face for any sign of discomfort as she was impaled from every direction.

She had a cock in each hand and was being ravaged until she was cumming unceasingly. My mind had shut out the attention to my body as I watched Kristen.

One by one her partners began climaxing. The young stud in her mouth pulled out and began to coat her face with his cum.  Next, the guy in her ass came all over her back and ass.

She pulled the two that she was giving hand jobs to into position to suck them and she brought first one and then the other to orgasm.

When she finished with them she pulled off of the guy on the bottom and slid down to finish him with her mouth. Afterward, she sat back and looked over at me smiling.

The beauties who had been pleasuring me were joined by two more and I was pulled to the floor. One of them a pretty blonde placed her shaved pussy over my mouth while her friend concentrated on my cock.

We were rolled to our sides and I felt a hard tongue snaking its way into my ass. If my recent days had not been filled with the sex that it was with Kristen I would not have lasted two minutes.

The sensations were driving me slowly toward the brink, my control still standing strong but beginning to waver. More pushing and shoving and I was soon on my hands and knees continuing to lick the little blonde while being sucked and rimmed.

It was feeling great and I was lost in the moment when the gal with my cock in her mouth sort of wiggled her way up my length and pulled my cock into her. I heard the camera whirring and looked over to see our host doing the photographic work for a change.

When he turned and started snapping in another direction, I followed the aim of the lens to see Kristen approaching wearing a strap-on with about a nine-inch rubber cock protruding from the front of it.

The rimming stopped and soon I felt Kristen's familiar firm breasts pressed against my back as she whispered in my ear…" Ready for your fantasy, darling?"

I could feel the cock she was wearing against me as I thrust into the pussy that was surrounding my cock.

I realized then that I had told her about my desire to fuck a woman while another fucked my ass, and just as I recalled that conversation I felt the cold lube and her finger penetrate my ass. First one finger, then two, massaging my prostate and then it happened.

That rubber cockhead slid past my sphincter and as I thrust forward into the young lady beneath me and bottomed out I expected that cock to stop its ingress, but it did not until much later, then she pulled back. 

Wincing at the invasion I remained where I was, deeply impaling my partner.

More lube was added to the rubber cock and then it was embedded into me again, this time with far less pain. After Kristen had stroked in and out of me a couple of times I was used to the penetration and the sensations began to become welcome, even desirable.

I pulled back from my partner and Kristen pulled back from me. As I hit the top of my stroke she shoved her cock back into me. As she pulled back some I pressed forward into my partner.

The entire time I continued to lick and suck the pussy of the little blonde, she was lying next to the head of my partner, whose hair was brunette by the way, and as I looked up another girl had come to rest on her face.

She was being eaten and eating another woman. What an odd tableau we made.

Kristen, the brunette and I had established a rhythm of our own. As I slipped in Kristen pulled back and as I pulled back, Kristen sunk her cock back into me.

I was soon approaching the motherlode of all climaxes as Kristen began hammering into me faster and faster. The little brunette with her pussy full of my cock was on the receiving end of the thrusts as I could no longer pull out.

Kristen continued into me and, as cock, after cock presented itself to her to be sucked she would suck and lick them until they each drenched her face and breasts with cum.

I don't know if you have ever cum from just being fucked in the ass, but it is a very agonizingly slow process.

The little brunette trying to milk me with her muscles was not much help. She was hot and tight, but my focus was on the pounding my ass was getting.

I was clamping down on Kristen's fake cock with each stroke putting pressure on my prostate and each stroke seemed to intensify the feelings, but they were not enough. I was just at the edge, precariously close to falling over.

I felt the hot cum dripping from Kristen's face and breasts on my back, then out of nowhere, I began to shake, uncontrollable tremors racking my body.

I tried to thrust forward and back but to no avail. The little brunette began to cum, her legs reaching around my back and Kristen's as well pulling the three of us together.

Kristen against my back and thrusting into me until finally, I felt blasts of hot cum boiling out of me into the Brunette. Her cries of orgasm soon echoed behind me as Kristen came from the woman who had been eating her.

I could do nothing more than groan as wave upon wave of pleasure swept over me. As we collapsed we fell to our sides and then the applause began, starting as a gentle tide and then erupting into cheers, whistles and wild applause.

I looked up just in time to see the flash go off in my face again and then someone popped a bottle of champagne over us. Amid the handing out of glasses of champagne our host came over and extended his hand to me.

"Welcome to the club, Stan. Your initiation is over, and you and Kristen have been very well received!"

Kristen crawled over to me and hugging me to her whispered, "Shit! You and I can get in far more trouble together than you ever could all by yourself." I just laughed and hugged her.

We were then pulled to our feet and the entire group went outside to one of the largest hot tubs I had ever seen. Our host said, "get in and clean up there is plenty of chlorine in the water and a brand-new filter. If you like there are showers in the pool house."

We settled down into the hot tub with half a dozen others and interestingly enough just took some soak time and small talk.

It was a little past 4:00 AM when we finally got back to my place and we showered together once again. Kristen looked at me in the candlelight as we lay in bed.

"Well?"

"Well," I said, "That was certainly one for the books wasn't it?"

"That's not what I mean Stan," She said. "I mean, well, how do you feel about what we did, and us?"

"I love you,” I said. "What we did was an adventure not many people are allowed to have, but it was just that, and adventure, a memory, and fun. Not something I feel the need to ever do again, but I would not have missed it. And you, how do you feel about it?"

"I love you," She said, "Completely, and totally. There was nothing in what happened that touched us as we are, it was about something separate from us that is us."

"The us that is us is something very special and nothing can intrude on that can it?" I asked

"Nothing in the world," She said as she blew out the candle on her side of the bed and cuddled up next to me. "Nothing in the universe."