When I pulled into the driveway I saw Alli with Ruby in the open space park at the end of our street. Once parked in the garage I left my briefcase on the roof of my car and walked down toward them. Ruby chased a tennis ball that Allison was throwing for her, and I enjoyed the sight of my two favorite girls taking advantage of the nice evening as they played together.

Alli was still in the same soft challis blouse she’d worn that morning, all russets, browns, and tans with seemingly random splashes of bright plum, but now she was also wearing a soft, flowing black skirt which ended a few inches above her knees. It hung in gentle, natural folds from her hips, and the breeze molded it to her tight little tush and the backs of her long, lean thighs. She’d changed out of whatever dressy heels she’d originally paired with her outfit and was now in low, black canvas deck shoes.

Moving about gracefully and athletically as she played with Ruby, her soft skirt and blouse and long hair blowing in the wind, she looked sleek and sexy and beautiful, every inch a professional model and every inch my stunning, amazingly sensual wife and I simply stopped and watched, taking in the moment and creating another sweet memory in the photo album in my mind.

Returning to Alli, the green ball in her laughing mouth, it was Ruby that spotted me first. She started to bolt toward me but remembered her training and stopped immediately, looking up at Alli for permission. Allison turned to see what had gotten Ruby so excited, favoring me with a smile and a wave before giving Ruby the all-clear to run to me. When she did, Ruby came full-tilt, barreling toward me in an exuberant black and russet bundle of lolling tongue, wind-whipped ears, and flying tail.

Being a lady, and possessed of a lady’s subtlety, she doesn’t jump and bowl you over, preferring instead to swirl around your legs and let you fall over her. Fortunately, I was aware of that tactic and bent to receive her, gathering her in my arms for a hug and some enthusiastic rough-housing. Sure, my gray suit would soon join the same black and rust color palette which Alli and Ruby both wore, but that’s why God gave us lint rollers – or, for extreme cases, dry cleaners.

Some serious lip-lock time with Allison was foremost in my mind, but foremost in Ruby’s was some equally valuable tongue action with me, and I received a dozen or so of those wet canine expressions of love before I could pry us apart. Alli had strolled over and stood there watching and laughing as I tried, largely unsuccessfully, to dodge the fastest tongue in the west.

Once I’d given Ruby enough one-on-one to satisfy her immediate needs I rose and hugged Alli. She shape-shifted in that magical way she has that molds her body to mine, but, lest I think she was a creature without bones, she ground her pubic mound against my crotch, subtly and seductively reminding me of her heightened state of arousal.

I kissed her and nuzzled her neck. “Mmm, very nice. Still horny, I guess…?”

“You told me not to start without you.”

“I did, didn’t I? Still, I’m a little surprised you paid any attention to what I said. That’s not really typical, my love.”

She laughed. “No, on that particular score I suppose it’s not. I’d only been home a couple minutes when we talked, though, and Ruby still needed some attention. Otherwise, yeah, I’d have probably rubbed one off.”

I smiled as I slid my hands down her back and squeezed her delectable ass through her soft skirt. “Very classy, my dear. Only one, though?”

She giggled. “You know me too well – and try to be a little discreet with the hands there, mister! You trying to get us busted for public indecency?”

“Mmm, it’d be worth it - and besides, it would never stand up in court. Any judge would take one look at your ass and see nothing indecent about it.”

“In your opinion – but thank you!”

“Hardly just my opinion or you wouldn’t be modeling for erotic photos.” My fingers, still flirting with arrest as I explored the inverted arch where ass met thigh, had discovered something amiss. “Umm, are you wearing panties?”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

She grinned. “Yeah, I told you that on the phone, remember? You made some crude remark about me having hot, wet pants, and I said something like yes if I was actually wearing pants. Are we having short-term memory issues?”

“No, I do remember you saying that. I guess I was thinking pants and didn’t extrapolate that to include panties. Did you go commando all day?”

“No, just this afternoon.”

“Dare I ask…?” I slid my arm up and around her waist and she did the same with me, and we turned toward home as we held each other close.

“It’s simple, really; for most of the afternoon I didn’t have my skirt or blouse on either, and when I put them back on I just chose to forego the panties.”

I nodded. “Oh, of course, all that extra effort! Well, as long as there’s a simple explanation.”

She laughed. “Oh, don’t be like that! You knew we were probably going to do some test shots today; I told you that.”

“I know, but being aware of you being naked with other men is one thing; having it hit home by finding you sans-undies is something else entirely.”

“You’ve always loved it when I go commando! It never fails to get a rise out of you.”

I laughed. “True enough, but I prefer it when I’m the only male of the species aware of it – although I know how much you love to tease and torment some helpless waiter or valet or something.”

“Which I do only to save you from having to leave them tips; it’s strictly an economic thing.”

“Well, never think that both I and my wallet don’t appreciate the gesture.” I hugged her tightly, enjoying the warmth of her firm, resilient form and the pleasure of matching wits with her, but chose to quit the word games before she took a commanding lead. “So, you say he gave you a copy of everything he shot today?”

“Derek? Yeah, he did, on a flash drive. I’ve got it plugged into my laptop, which was booting up when Ruby and I left. It should be all ready to go if you want to look at them.”

We continued toward our home, walking slowly, arm-in-arm, Ruby gamboling around us with her tennis ball in her mouth. As we drew closer to home I took it from her and threw it into our front yard. She took off after it, but once she tracked it down she simply laid down on the front step with it between her feet rather than returning it to us.

I laughed. “Lazy beast! I thought she wanted to play.”

“She did, but she knows she’s home and she’s been chasing for awhile now. She’s probably tired. I’m still very ready to play, though, if that helps.”

“Can you fetch a ball?”

“Even better; I can lick balls. Two at a time, even.”

“That definitely is better, you’re right about that. I just happen to have two that would love to be licked.”

She smiled as she slid her hand down and squeezed my ass. “I thought you might.”

As I bent to ruffle Ruby’s ears, Alli settled onto the step beside her. As she propped her feet out in front of her, about two feet apart, her skirt slid up her thighs and from my vantage point, bent over Ruby, I was treated to a very nice flash of her smooth pussy. I was close enough to see that she was sexually aroused, her labia puffy and wet and slightly parted. I swear the reaction went straight from my eyes to my groin without any need to pass through my brain, and the tingles suffused my cock and balls.

“Wow, babe; flash that beautiful little pussy at the neighbors like that it’s likely to turn into gangbang night at the Baxter residence.”

“On a Monday? I thought Friday was gangbang night.”

“Mmm, yeah, usually – but I’m sure they’d make an exception.” As I spoke I stepped in front of her, blocking the view from the street and points beyond, and slid my hand up the inside of her long, smooth thigh until my fingers encountered the warm, humid heat of her sex. As I fondled and touched, parting her lips and stroking the length of her wet crevice, I felt her tremble and heard a moan from low in her throat. She was creamy-slick, well-lubricated and ready. I parted her and pushed the tip of my middle finger into her tight, wet grip.

She winced and leaned forward suddenly, a small gasp escaping her lips. “God, Davey! You’re going to make me come, right here on the front porch in front of God and everybody.”

“I don’t see anyone around, and God’s fine with it. Nothing He hasn’t seen before, you know. Go ahead.” I had my finger in her up to the middle knuckle, perhaps two inches of a very lucky finger inside her tight pussy, and I bent it and stroked the front wall, behind her pubic bone. She gasped and came, grabbing my arm and holding it there as she humped herself against my hand, taking me deeper.

“Ohh, fuck yesss! Oh my fucking god… shit! Ohh, yes!” She rode it through, her pussy contracting tightly on my probing finger. Her orgasm was sudden and powerful, that much I could tell, intense for her, and it made my cock ache with my own arousal as her magnificent orgasms so often do.

After, as I felt the rhythmic contractions of her pussy lessen and eventually cease, I turned and sat beside her. I’d turned my hand as I did, keeping my finger inside of her even as I sat next to her.

“Well, I was certainly more than ready for that! Now, though, without you standing in front of me all the neighbors have a clear view of my pussy.”

“Nah, mostly it’s hidden by my hand. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to do this…” I wiggled my finger inside of her, eliciting another gasp and a sudden spasm as her body thrust forward for more.

“God, Davey! Stop that!”

“I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I am, and that’s why you have to quit before I throw you down in the grass and jump your bones.”

“The grass is soft, and I’m pretty sure my bones would enjoy being jumped. One, in particular.”

“My understanding is that there’s no actual bone in that thing, despite the slang name.”

“True, it’s just an expression. Too bad, really, or maybe I could go all night. Sort of like you can…” I was enjoying the creamy, velvet feel of her pussy, and allowed it to distract me, but she was right about being seen; if the neighbors across the street were looking out their window, or if anyone drove by – or, god forbid, pulled up in front – they’d have a front row seat from which to watch me diddling her.

As I watched her she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip; I could tell she was focusing inward, no doubt on the sensations my finger was stirring up inside of her sensitive pussy.

Her breath escaped in a rush as my fingertip again found her G-spot. “Mmm, that feels so good. You’re going to make me come again, you know.”

“I’m okay with that; it’s not as though you’re on a limited quota or anything.”

“Mmm… ohh, fuck! You sure you don’t want to take me inside and use your tongue, or maybe whatever that is that’s making such a big bulge in your pants instead of your finger?”

“There will be plenty of time for that later. Go ahead and come.” I stroked inside of her and used my thumb to strategic advantage on her clit, and she did. Her hips bucked forward as she thrust herself into my palm, gasping and wincing as she came, trying not to cry out loudly enough for the neighbors to hear.

She was hot and extremely wet, her juices sliding down my fingers and into my palm, and the lusciously wet, succulent sounds of my fingers in her pussy were audible – and very arousing – at close range. Her voice was a guttural whisper rather than her usual cries, but I knew it was intense for her.

“Fuck, Davey… ohhh, fuck yes! God… oh, my god… ohh, yes!” She huffed a couple of quick, panting breaths and her thighs clamped shut on my hand, and I knew from experience that she was sliding down the long, smooth slope at the back of her orgasm. She loves that descent almost as much as the ascent to the summit, and I silently enjoyed it with her.

Soon her eyes opened, and she looked at me with that smoky look of arousal and lust that I so love. “Wow, that was really good! You have very talented fingers, Mr. Baxter, but you’re a very naughty boy, making me come right here on our front porch.”

“I’m naughty? I’m not the one with no undies on and my pussy dripping wet – or the one having orgasms in the great outdoors.”

“Well, true – not a fair comparison, since you don't have a pussy, but true. You are the one, however, with a big bulge in his pants and his fingers in that wet pussy you mentioned, making me come.”

“Guilty as charged - and damn proud, I might add.” I paused, looking at her, considering whether to ask the question that was at the forefront of my mind. I plunged. “You seem to be incredibly horny, babe. Was it your photo session today?”

She looked into my eyes for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, I suppose it was. Your teasing certainly contributed, though.”

I slowly slid my fingers out of her, to the sound of her gasp of loss. I held them up, watching her clear, glistening juices slide downward. “You’re positively dripping wet. I don’t think you’d be any wetter if I’d just come in you.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No, not at all; just sayin’…” I pulled out my handkerchief and used it to dry my fingers, resisting the temptation to just lick them clean.

She shrugged again as she watched me wipe her juices off my hand. “It’s like you said, I’m really horny, and yes, it was the photo shoot that jump-started it. We knew that would happen, remember?”

She was right, we’d talked about the likelihood of Alli posing naked with other men – or women – and how it would likely cause her to become sexually aroused, and about how I’d be the ultimate beneficiary of that effect. I was just surprised, I suppose, about how soon it had begun and how intensely it seemed to have affected her. I knew I’d have some jealousy issues, and was prepared for that, but in all honesty, I felt a little more jealous of her co-model, Jason, than I’d thought I would, but still maybe not as jealous as I should be. All this, and I’d never even met the guy!

“Yeah, I guess. It will take a little getting used to, apparently.” I paused, considering how it had affected her, and a question came to mind. “What part of it made you so horny?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know; what part of the whole experience got your juices flowing? Was it being naked… I assume you were, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah, part of the time we were.”

“Okay, so was it that, your whole little exhibitionist streak that you’ve discovered that flipped your switch, or was it him being naked too, or touching each other… and again, I’m assuming you touch each other during these things?”

She laughed. “Yes, you big goof, of course we do! It wouldn’t be very erotic if we stood three feet apart at all times, or stayed on opposite sides of the room.”

“I could live with it.”

“I’m sure, but it wouldn’t be erotic. And to answer your question, I think it was all of those things combined. It was exciting to me to have Jason look at me, and to see his reaction, and really even having Derek and Jen and Derek’s new intern, Will, seeing me too… Yes, that was pretty arousing to me.”

“Will? He’s got another guy there to ogle you now?”

Alli put her hand on my arm. “Oh, stop! He wasn’t there for that, he was there to be Derek’s gofer, mostly, it seemed like. He sure bossed that poor kid around!”

I frowned. “Kid? He’s a kid, and he was there with y’all taking erotic photos?”

“Not a kid as in ‘little kid’; he’s twenty, I think. Maybe nineteen. Old enough to be legal, so don’t worry, but he sure seemed, um… let’s say, inexperienced. And very intrigued!”

“Oh, well, yeah, as long as he’s legal and innocent. No problem with him ogling my wife, in that case. Where were jobs like that when I was nineteen? I waited tables at a steakhouse and worked the golf course pro-shop in the summer, but I promise you there were no beautiful, naked women around.”

She patted my cheek. “Poor baby; you were so deprived.” She laughed before continuing, saying, “He was so cute; he kept sneaking peeks and blushing, like he wasn’t supposed to see when we were just wandering around naked or taking shots. He was more uncomfortable with it than we were, and we were the naked ones! I hope he gets used to it so he’s not walking around with that hard-on every day.”

“You’re assuming, or you know?”

She smiled teasingly. “Oh, he had to keep adjusting his bulge, so it’s more than an educated guess. It was pretty flattering, really, and quite impressive.”

“I guess it would be sort of flattering, and I’m sure you enjoyed what you were doing to him. Still…” I sighed. “This is going to take some getting used to for me too, you know what I mean?”

“I know. Come on, let’s go look at the pictures. You’ll see that it wasn’t as bad as you’re probably imagining.”

“Mmm, maybe. I’ll be the judge of that. So you left that poor kid all horny and lugging around balls of blue?”

Alli giggled. “Afraid so. Would you rather I’d relieved him of that problem?” As we entered the house she dropped Ruby’s leash on the bench in the foyer and crossed to the sofa, where she had her laptop set up, a small blue flash drive plugged into its side.

“No, just you never mind! If he’s nineteen or twenty he’s fully aware of how to resolve that issue all on his own.”

“Actually, I think Jen had plans for him, so I’m pretty sure he was going to get some assistance with his problem, whether he knew it or not.”

“Nice of her. Obviously a thoughtful and compassionate girl.”

“Yup. And horny as hell; Jason looked pretty hot naked, so Jen probably had some pretty damp panties of her own. Assuming, you know…”

“That she was wearing any, yes, I know. Horny sluts, all of you!” I tugged my tie loose as I spoke. “We gonna look at the photos or not?”

“Sure! Don’t you want to get comfortable first? Or, speaking of sluts, is my handsome man-slut too horny to delay?”

“No, I’m fine, no rush; I’ll get comfortable first.” In reality, I was very anxious to see the photos, but it was a mixture of excitement and dread, arousal and jealousy. It was an odd and not entirely pleasant sensation, but I wouldn’t have stopped for anything and trying to act cool and casual wasn’t easy.

Alli looked me over. “Tell you what, just take off your pants and shoes.”

“And my jacket?”

“No, keep the jacket on, and your shirt and socks – and tighten that tie, mister! I do love a sharp-dressed man.”

“Provided he has no pants on?” I kicked off my shoes and dropped trou, stepping out of them and draping them over the back of the sofa.

“Of course! I said sharp-dressed, not over-dressed; where we’re going, pants are superfluous.”

“I like the sound of that. How about the boxers? Stay or go?” I slid my tie knot back up again, tightening it.

“The sexy silk boxers can stay; I love the cute tent you make, and I can access what I need very easily. Besides, one of us should probably have undies on, just in case someone comes to the door.”

“Yeah, I’d look great in shirt, jacket, tie, and tent-pants; I hope it’s an insurance salesman, or someone selling magazines, last we’d see of them. You’ve got it all figured out.”

She laughed. “Sit!”

She pushed me back, and with my calves already against the sofa I had no choice but to sit, so I did, quite heavily. “Oof! Hey!”

“Ssshhh! Here, let me start this thing. He said it’s set up so I can run it as a slideshow, or we can look at pages of thumbnails and pick what we want to see expanded. Any preference?”

“Mmm, slideshow, I guess. Can we pause it if we want a better look?”

“Derek says we should be able to hit ‘Enter’ to stop or start, or arrow keys to move back or to go forward more quickly. Otherwise, it’s on fifteen-second delay per image.”

“Sounds like he thought of everything. Very thorough, that guy.” I was being a little sarcastic, but either she didn’t catch it or she chose to let it slide.

“Okay then, here goes!” She hit the enter key and snuggled in next to me, and without further ado, the first image lit the screen. It was a beautiful, full-screen, full-facial shot of Alli, eyes sparkling mischievously and her lips in a sexy little smile as she teasingly bit one corner of her lower lip. It was fun and sexy and pouty and seductive, and it reminded me of both how beautiful and utterly photogenic she is, and of what a gifted photographer he is.

It was in full, glorious color, and her pink lips, white teeth, and magnificent eyes were perfectly captured, a few wayward locks of her dark hair tumbling over her forehead. She was stunning, and I was appropriately stunned. I leaned back on the sofa and sighed. “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it; I wanted very much to not like it, but it’s gorgeous. Every time I want to hate that dude and shoot him down he does something like this and reminds me how talented he is, and how gorgeous you are.” I shook my head. “I’ll admit that I was looking for a reason to call this off, to say that maybe he was wasting everyone’s time, but his work is superb. And you… well, it’s like you said; you’ll only be at this stage of your life once. You’ll always be this gorgeous girl to me, of course, but you deserve to have this part of your life captured, preserved, and you’re lucky to have someone as talented as him to do it.”

She smiled and hit the button to pause the show. “You’re sweet – but don’t forget that he’s also paying me a buttload of money for the privilege, for which I have you to thank.”

I laughed. “Always the pragmatic one, my girl! On with the show, shall we?”

She re-started it and wriggled back in alongside me again, her hand cupping my genitals through my silk boxers. I sighed happily. “That’s one advantage to the home theater right there!”

She smiled and squeezed my balls. “Ssshhh. I’m just monitoring the peni-meter so I’ll know which pictures turn your crank.”

“Oh. Well, fair enough; just be aware that too much of your warm, grabby little hand on the peni-meter may cause a false reading.”

“Shut up and watch.”

“Is that any way to speak to the love of your life?” She ignored me, so I shut up and watched. The next several shots were minor variations of the first, each beautiful but none quite as perfect as the first one. As they rolled along Alli informed me that he was seriously considering using that one as the intro page at the front of the book, to let his readers meet the star.

The next series was more of Allison, still solo, but now in a full-length, full-body view. She was wearing a tiny white thong and an equally diminutive white lace, half-cup demi-bra, from which her beautiful breasts overflowed very becomingly. The white lingerie was a nice contrast to her slightly tan skin, and the lace of the bra, as well as the tiny triangle of the thong, were transparent, allowing her smooth pussy lips and rosy nipples to show through.

The photo was a fine example of the way that a woman in certain sexy bits of clothing can be even more sexy and alluring than she would be naked, the glimpses of her charms a tease and a delight that leaves the viewer spellbound and longing for more. On the other hand, a naked Alli is pretty damn special too!

“Wow, babe! That’s very hot. You look sexy as hell in that get-up, and he did a great job of getting you on film.”

“It’s all digital, hon’.”

“Whatever – you know what I mean. I’ll bet there wasn’t a limp dick in the house!”

She laughed. “Very crude, my love, and while I didn’t go ‘round the room and take a hands-on survey, I hope you’re right!”

“Mmm-hmm, trust me on this one.”

She squeezed my cock. “Oh, I do, but also the peni-meter is corroborating your words. There is definitely seismic activity in the groinal region.”

“Unavoidably, yes.” The photos scrolled on, several more in the same outfit with slightly varying poses, her long, lean body turned this way and that to show off fine, firm ass, smooth, toned ridges of tummy muscles, the curve of a breast or the shadow of her sex, in one shot her hair down over one shoulder, in the next pulled back and flowing down her smooth back to just above her perfect ass.

It became apparent that Derek was shooting multiple frames in each guise, pose, or mode of dress so that he would have many options from which to choose. It made a lot of sense, especially in digital format, as it cost nothing but time to take as many shots as desired and gave him angles, poses, lighting variations and composition options aplenty, and also made it easy to eliminate the shots where his subject blinked, moved too suddenly, or messed up the shot in some other way. It did mean, however, that there were going to be a crap load of shots on this drive and thus the slide show might go on for quite some time!

As the last few shots of Alli in thong and mini-bra went by I nudged her. “Were your nipples as hard as they look, poking out through that lace?”

“Hah! Yes, I believe I could have cut glass with them.”

“So you was enjoyin’ gittin’ your picher took, huh? Everyone watching you…”

“Yeah, I felt very sexy in those, and Derek is such an ego-booster, always praising and saying nice things. And Jen and Will looking on too, him with his pants bulge showing. Plus, Jason was wandering around in nothing but a tiny white thong, so I had a little eye-candy of my own.”

“Huh! Lucky you. That brings up the question, where is Jason in these shots? Everything is solo so far.”

“He took a bunch of solo shots of Jason too, but I guess he didn’t figure you’d be interested in seeing those. The ones of us together are coming up though, I’m sure.”

The words were no sooner out of her mouth when the next photo that rotated up was of the two of them together. It was immediately apparent that he had put both of them in the tiny white garments so that they matched, more or less, and looked like they belonged together. Of course, Alli’s were sexy and feminine, accentuating her smooth, flowing lines, while Jason’s thong was utterly masculine, bulging under the stress of containing his manhood within its tiny pouch, the taut elastic waistband cutting across the square ridges of his stomach and hip muscles.

He was somewhat stocky and muscular, though not massively so, and darker-complected than Allison. Where she was smooth and sleek, he was ridged and hairy, his chest muscles carpeted in dark hair which narrowed to a line that trailed down his abdomen and into the pouch of his thong. He wasn’t grizzly bear-hairy by any means, just the natural amount for someone of his dark hair and complexion. He also had a thick stubble over his square jaw, black, short-cropped curls above, and thick, dark eyebrows over very dark, intense eyes.

I clicked the ‘Enter’ button, pausing the slideshow. “So that’s Jason, huh?”

“Yes, in all his glory… well, not quite in all his glory, although that little thong doesn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. Pretty sexy, huh?”

“Mmm, not exactly my type. The woman is a babe, though; any idea who she might be?”

“Funny man! At the moment this shot was taken she was the woman having very inappropriate thoughts about the guy in the overstuffed pouch, that’s who she was. Fortunately, she remembered that she had her own very sexy guy at home already and resisted the urge to fondle Jason’s manly charms.”

“Good to know. So, I assume the fondling comes later…?”

She squeezed my balls firmly. “Yes, it does, but you’re not supposed to think of that when I’m being sweet and pointing out what a good girl I was, despite all of that temptation right there for the fondling!”

In this image, they were just standing side-by-side, looking into the camera. Their arms were touching, but that was all. It wasn’t particularly erotic to me other than the fact that Alli looked so sexy and gorgeous and he was a pretty decent example of a good male physique, with his thick cock tucked down over his balls clearly outlined against the tight, white pouch of the tiny thong. If it struck me as erotic it was because of the fact that my wife was in it, and I knew that his nearness and conspicuous masculinity would be lighting her fire. For some reason, that made it arousing, despite the lack of any overt sexuality.

She hit the button again and the photos rolled forward. There were a few more of the two of them in poses that would have looked very mundane if they were fully dressed; the only thing unusual or remarkable about them was the fact that they were nearly nude, dressed in only the most minimal and revealing attire.

Gradually the pictures morphed into more suggestive poses. They were still wearing the same tiny white bits and pieces, not naked, but they were now touching, hugging, his hands on her, sometimes at her shoulders, other times at her waist. In one short series of shots, he had his arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to his own body, her back pressed full-length to his front. He was tall enough that he could have rested his chin on top of her head – about my height – but she had her head tilted to the side, against his shoulder.

His right arm wrapped far enough around her that his fingers rested on her left hip, but his left hand was higher, cupping her right breast through her tiny, transparent bra. Alli’s right hand was hooked over his left forearm, in front of her, but her left one was back on his hip, her thumb hooked in the elastic waistband of his snug thong. I paused the computer on that shot.

“That’s pretty daring. Whose idea was that, Jason's?”

She shook her head. “No, Derek told him where to put his hands. He told me where to put mine too, for that matter. Davey, you have to realize that almost every single detail of these photos is what Derek specifies; he says to do it, and we do. He has very definite ideas of what he wants, hon’. There’s not a lot of improvisation going on, although there are a few coming up that he indulged us on. We even made him laugh at one point, and he doesn’t laugh much when he’s working. He’s usually very intense.”

“I guess I like that better than Jason deciding on his own to grope your boobs, although I’m not really sure why it’s an improvement. How did you feel about that, him fondling your breast?”

She shrugged. “Honestly? It wasn’t a big deal. He didn’t fondle me, he just cupped his hand around it like Derek told him to, so it was more like he just had a hand on my chest. What would it do for you if someone put their hand on your chest?”

I frowned. “Me? No big deal, but I don’t have beautiful boobs and sensitive nipples like you do.”

She laughed. “That’s true, and I’m more than a little glad you don’t! If you had your own, you’d probably be far less fascinated with mine. But seriously, he didn’t really touch me that way in this shot; he just rested his hand there with his fingers sort of cupping my breast. Like I said, it was really not any big thing.” She paused, then continued, “The truth is, I was much more aware of his cock and balls pressing against my ass than I was of his hand on my chest. Now that, the warmth and the feel of his big bulge pressing against me, that put all systems on go!”

I stared at her. “Seriously? He was pressing against you?”

She nodded. “Of course! He was hugging me from behind, as you can see, just like Derek told him to. He’s got that stuff all propped out front in that little pouch, and it has to be somewhere – it doesn’t go away just because he’s hugging me.”

“I guess. And that turned you on, that you could feel it?”

“Yes, Davey, just like it does when you hug me that way and I can feel you get all hard against my butt. It feels good, and I respond to it. Would you want it to be any other way?”

“Mmm, with me, no; with him, I’d be okay if you were a total cold fish.” She laughed, and I went on, “So, you’re saying he got hard?”

“He didn’t, no; I was just mentioning how good it feels when you do… well, let me correct that – Jason didn’t at this point, but later, yes, he did. Very hard.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh my, yes! Sort of like you are right now, my love.”

She was right; she’d had her hand wrapped around my more-or-less flaccid cock as we’d been watching the photos slip by, and while I’d grown and thickened some over the last several minutes, it wasn’t until now that I’d really begun to become erect. She squeezed me and gently stroked my growing cock, encouraging it to continue.

She looked down at it and smiled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think maybe you enjoy the idea of me getting all wet and horny while he rubs himself against me.”

“He was rubbing himself against you?” To me, my voice sounded somewhat strained; if she noticed, she gave no sign.

“No, I didn’t say that; he was a perfect gentleman. What I said was that I think you’d enjoy the thought of him doing that. Am I right?”

It would have been foolish to try to deny the throbbing evidence she was holding in her hand, so I didn’t. “Maybe, at least the thought of it; the reality, if he was really doing it, maybe not so much. It’s sort of like some of the fantasies we play with, the sharing and the kinky hotwife things and all, and you know how that turns me on, but that’s just fantasy shit. Except for Michael and Marci now, of course.”

“Well yes, except for them!” She laughed. “And uh-huh, I know how it turns you on. That’s why I can mess with your head so easily.”

“You’re a cruel, cold, mean woman, you know that?” She just smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I stumbled farther into her trap. “So, you said something about him getting hard…”

She laughed again as she squeezed my now-rigid cock. “Can’t wait, can you? You’ll see, there should be a number of shots coming up which will make his arousal very apparent. You’ll just have to be patient.”

“Start that thing up again, would you?” Smiling at my impatience, she stretched out a long leg and touched the button with her toe. It was kind of sexy to watch, and it had the added benefit of allowing her to continue stroking me with her hand.

The next shot lit up the screen. In this one, my wife had removed her lacy bra and was topless, her beautiful breasts exposed and her obviously aroused nipples jutting proudly, hard and rosy. She had her right hand – the one that had been resting on his forearm in the previous shot – out to the side, her elbow resting on her hip. Her tiny bra was dangling from her bent index finger by one shoulder strap as though she had just stripped it off so that Jason could more intimately fondle her breasts.

Her left hand, the thumb of which had been hooked into the waistband of his thong earlier, was now behind her back, angling down between them. He was still behind her, still apparently pressed against her, but now, by all appearances, his package would be pressed into Alli’s left hand, not against her ass. His hands were cupped beneath her breasts, holding them, his fingers making small indentations in her firm tits.

I thought about how that must have felt to her, his hands holding her breasts, nipples hard, as he pressed the bulging pouch of his thong into the palm of her hand. My cock involuntarily spasmed with excitement and she glanced down at it as the computer advanced to the next photo.

As with the earlier shots, it was a variation on the theme, the two of them together, still in just their white bikini thongs, Jason still behind her with his hands on her breasts and his bulge apparently pressed into her palm. The most obvious difference here was that his right hand now more fully engulfed Alli’s right breast, and he was pinching her extremely stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Alli’s excitement and arousal were obvious, at least to me, not just by her hard nipples but also in her expression and the way her eyes had taken on the sultry, smoky look she gets. There was no doubt in my mind that she was enjoying posing with Jason, although, given things she’d said about Derek, I had a sneaking suspicion that she was also aroused by him ordering her around and telling her to do increasingly sexual, erotic things with her co-model.

Something that had begun to creep in now was close-up shots which just showed a part of their bodies; the curve of the underside of Alli’s breast, his hand touching it, her fingers on his bicep or splayed across the ridges of his abs. His earlobe and the angle of his jaw, covered in dark stubble, Allison’s lips a fraction of an inch away. One was just her fingers tugging gently on the coarse hairs several inches below his navel, another of his lower abdomen, the same dark hairs across his hard lower abs as he pressed his bulging groin against the soft, sensual curve of her ass.

When I commented on the sexy close-ups, Alli explained that Derek called them “anatomicals”, as they focused solely on certain anatomic bits. Whatever he called them, I found them very erotic, a disembodied yet sensual collage of the human form.

A few shots farther along, as their poses changed, there was one with her kneeling at his feet, her hands behind his thighs and his bulging pouch just inches from her face. It had definitely begun to appear that Allison was not the only one becoming aroused; unless I was mistaken, the stretchy pouch of his thong was beginning to strain a bit more to contain him, and my wife’s eyes appeared to be locked on his bulge.

The very next shot showed only her face, her soft hair falling around it, and the virile, masculine contours of the bulge of his cock, a scant inch away. My wife looked very aroused and completely enthralled. I found myself hoping that she was just a fine actress!

Shortly after I began to notice that subtle change we came to a shot in which they stood, facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes. His hands were on her shoulders, as though holding her there where he could stare into her eyes, while hers were lower on his torso, resting on his sides right above his hipbones.

Due to the disparity in their height, the rounded, barely-contained bulge of what appeared to be a thick, semi-erect cock pressed against her lower belly between her mound and her navel, the only portion of their bodies, other than their hands, that touched each other. To me, it was uncomfortably intimate, yet disturbingly arousing, and I stared at the shot for a few seconds before looking at Alli, only to find her looking back at me.

“That’s a pretty erotic shot, babe; what Derek’s going for, I guess. Did you enjoy his cock pressing against your tummy? Looks like he’s enjoying it, from what I can see. He was starting to get hard, wasn’t he?”

She nodded. “He was, and yes, I enjoyed it. I mean, we were focusing on doing what Derek told us to do so that he wouldn’t get crabby, but still, it would be so unlike me to not get aroused when posing like that, and I’m sure it’s perfectly normal for him too! Does that bother you?”

I thought about that for a moment before replying, and when I did, I was honest. “Maybe, a little. I was sort of expecting this type of shot, and I was expecting that it would make me jealous and maybe a little aroused. I’m a little surprised, to be honest, to discover that I’m less jealous and probably more aroused than I’d anticipated I would be. The jealousy to arousal ratio is not what I’d anticipated, to say the least.”

“Do you think that’s because it’s Jason and not Derek that’s with me? You don’t know Jason, but I know you don’t like Derek very much.”

She’d probably hit the nail on the head, but it wasn’t that simple, really, or at least not that simple for me to acknowledge. “Well… I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t like Derek; I don’t think I know him well enough to like or dislike him. I don’t trust him, however, so that’s a factor.”

The photos had advanced a few frames, shots similar to the one I mentioned above with them facing each other, their bodies touching, both still wearing only their tiny thongs. As it went dark and then brightened with the next shot, Alli glanced at it and laughed.

“That shot was all me. Derek didn’t tell me to do that, I just sort of ad-libbed and he kept shooting. He liked it, though; it made him laugh.”

I looked at it and shook my head, grinning. It was pure Allison, no doubt! What she’d “ad-libbed” was bending forward, her forehead against Jason’s chest and her left hand flat against his abs as she used her right to pull out the waistband of his thong, enabling her to look down inside of his pouch and check out what he was packing.

It was a cute photo, like the dog in the Coppertone ads pulling down the little girl’s swimsuit, but also sexy and daring, demonstrating that her sexuality, desire, and curiosity were at least a match for his. It was Alli taking the lead, and Derek had been smart to keep shooting, in my opinion, rather than bitching at her for doing something she hadn’t been told to do. They were destined to end up naked anyway, I figured, so she’d just taken the initiative and broken the mental barrier.

I hit the button to stop the advance. “That’s a great shot, babe; it’s sexy as hell, but also fun, sort of erotically whimsical, I guess. Did you do that to be funny, or just because you wanted to see what he was packing?”

She laughed again. “A little of both, I think. It was kind of tense for both of us since we don’t know each other at all, and I thought maybe I could lighten the mood by goofing around a little. But also, yes; I wanted to see his cock. Derek had been dragging along for almost forty-five minutes at this point, and my curiosity was killing me, and I was horny as hell. Still am, by the way…”

“Is that a hint?”

“Too subtle for ya, stud?” She squeezed my cock, which was hard as a rock by this point.

“No, I think I caught it. So, I take it you liked what you saw?”

“Oh yes. Very nice.”

“Oh yeah?” I guess I’d thought maybe she’d elaborate, or at least wax a bit more enthusiastic about his package. I’m not sure why, but I’d sort of hoped she would.

“Oh, you’ll see! Let’s just say that Jason has a very, umm… photogenic cock.”

“I suppose that’s important if you’re going to be a male nude model… or a nude male model, whichever the case may be, although I’ve never actually heard a penis described that way before. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I think. Maybe.”

She laughed as she squeezed my cock again. “It feels to me like you’re very glad I enjoyed myself.”

I ran my fingers up her thigh beneath her skirt and found her smooth sex hot and wet, slick and puffy with arousal, every bit as turned on as I was. “I’m not the only one on this sofa that’s very aroused right now.”

She shrugged. “I already told you that, Sherlock; no points for stating the obvious.”

“Mmm, fair enough. I’d like to fuck. Know anyone that might care to join me?”

She nodded. “Yes, definitely – in a minute. I want to see something first, just a few more frames, I think.” She again stretched out her leg and clicked the button with her toe; she was getting quite good at that!

We watched a few more frames go by, each a variation of my wife peering down into his well-filled pouch. In the last couple, she’d moved the hand that had been flat against his stomach down to cup his bulging pouch, holding his balls in her palm, fingers bent up behind them. I didn’t say anything, not wanting to again delay things, but fuck, that was hot!

When next it advanced, she quickly stopped it again. “Yeah, that’s the one!”

“The one” was a shot of her pulling his thong down, exposing his genitals. The waistband was now beneath his very substantial balls, forcing his heavy sack up and out so that his semi-erect cock sort of stuck out, drooping slightly over his smoothly shaven balls under its own length and weight, not yet full-sized or fully-stiff. It was large – not obscenely huge, but impressive – and I saw immediately what Alli had meant when she’d described his package as “photogenic”.

I’m not a cock connoisseur by any means, but I have to admit that if I was choosing a new one for myself from a catalog or something, I wouldn’t have hesitated for a moment to order the “Jason” model. It was beautifully proportioned, the model of virile masculinity, thicker at the base but tapering gently, the swollen head pink and glistening, partly covered by a tight but soft-looking, half-retracted foreskin. All traces of pubic hair had been removed from the base of his shaft and the immediate vicinity as well as from his ball-sack, although he still had a reasonably man-scaped patch above, over his pubic bone.

His big cock, which seemed to so fascinate my wife, was neither too smooth nor too veiny, nor too thick or too thin. The considerable length and substantial girth seemed to be in just the ideal proportion. He was only partially erect, but it displayed very nicely, the color, firmness, and size looking very at-home lying across my wife’s open palm, the shiny, handsome head resting on her forearm.

She squeezed my aching cock as I stared at the big one she held in her hand in that photo. “See what I mean? He has a beautiful cock, doesn’t he?”

“Umm, it’s very nice, yeah. Photogenic, like you said. You were totally creaming yourself with that thing in your hand, weren’t you?”

“Oh yeah, totally! But no more than I am right now with yours in my hand, something you’re about to be very thankful for.” As she said that she swung her leg over me and straddled my lap, quickly aligning her slick pussy with my throbbing erection. I gasped as she lowered herself onto me, the tight velvet sheath of her sex forming perfectly to my cock as she rode me deep, eliciting a gasp and a low moan from her as well. She was right; I was very thankful for her wet, hot, slippery sex, and for anything and everything had left her so incredibly aroused!

I could feel the talented muscles of her sweet pussy squeeze me as I cupped my hands under her ass and began to thrust into her, looking over her shoulder at the picture of her on the computer screen, that “other” Alli, the one I sometimes felt like I didn’t know, holding another man’s big, perfect, gorgeous cock in her hand.

Incongruously, it was at that moment that I noticed for the first time that she’d kept her wedding ring on for the photos; I could see it plainly where her fingers cupped Jason’s thick shaft. I wondered for a fraction of a second if that had been Derek’s idea, but then forgot it as she cried out and came, driving herself down hard onto my rigid manhood as I groaned, my cock straining inside of her.