Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 06

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For William and me, the erotic adventures with our neighbors and their friends only enhanced our own sexual pleasures. Of course, it was fortunate that we continued to move at about the same speed in our willingness to try new experiences. If William had not enjoyed an orgasm in Carrie’s hand that night, my own orgasm from Steve’s touching might have caused problems. As it was, our seeing each other that way inspired more talk and sex play at home.

Part of the excitement for me was from the sense that I did not know what would come next. When we talked about our experiences, we always focused on what we had just done, but we almost never speculated about what new boundary we might like to cross next time.

Because the summer was passing quickly, we made it a point to visit the Quarry one more time while it was still hot enough to go swimming. On this trip, as luck would have it, we met Ed and Karen in the parking lot, so we walked with them to the far side of the barrier and onto the nudist “beachfront.” Very few others were there that day, and we felt almost as if we had the place to ourselves.

The spot we all picked out was somewhat isolated from anyone else, and that turned out to be a good thing. I had been hoping to see Ed and Karen again because I wanted to see their reactions to my shaved vagina. Karen, after all, had more or less given me the idea. I was less certain about having a big audience, however, so the way people were spread out that day made it easier for me to take my clothes off.

Because I was wearing only a light shift, I was able to undress much more quickly than the others. When I reached behind my neck to lower the zipper a bit and then pull my arms out so that I could let the dress fall, Ed noticed immediately and elbowed Karen. She smiled and said, “Oh, you tried it. How’s it feel?”

“I like it, but I know what you mean about letting others see it for the first time.”

Ed was quick to apologize for staring, but I told him, “I have to get used to the stares, and I’d rather practice with someone I know. You’re lots better than one of those guys who walk around here alone and never take their shorts off.”

“I guess that means I better get mine off then,” he said, and he quickly finished undressing. Getting to see his uncircumcised penis was always a treat for me.

Karen was also completely nude in a moment, and she stood next to me so the guys could compare our hairless vaginas. William looked at us, but seemed a little distracted. For one thing, he was seated on his towel and still had his swimsuit on. A quick glance told me what he was worried about. “We’re all friends here,” I said to reassure him. He looked again at Karen. She was standing up, facing him and spreading sun block over herself.

She gave him a smile and said, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

William didn’t stand up, but he did finally lift his hips so he could push his suit down his legs. His erection sprang back as it escaped his suit, and Karen made a little sound as she saw it. “Well, you showed me all right.”

“You’re not offended, I hope.”

“William, it’s not a common sight here, but I think it’s a nice change once in a while.”

I noticed that Ed’s penis had grown at least semi-erect too, and I wondered how big it got when fully erect. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Karen said, “Since you two like to take pictures, we thought we’d bring our camera today too. Before things settle down too much, do you mind if I get it out now?” The idea must have appealed to Ed because his penis continued to grow into a lovely, thick erection.

We had gotten them in a few of our pictures before, so it was only fair to let them photograph us also. In fact, we got our camera out too, and we all posed for each other in various groupings: William and I together, Ed and Karen together, William and I with Ed and then with Karen, and so on. We even took two versions of each grouping: one facing the camera and one turned away.

Finally, in order to get pictures of all four of us together, Karen called over one of those creepy loners who was walking by to leer at us. He was a pale, red-headed guy, and he blushed when looking at us. She handed him both cameras and asked him to take our pictures: two shots facing him, and two shots of our bottoms. I felt a bit unnerved, but managed to look back at him as if I had all the confidence in the world. He probably couldn’t believe his luck.

In order to give him even more to remember this day for, when Karen and I approached him to get the cameras back, I reached for the elastic of his shorts while he handed Karen her camera. Before he could do anything, I yanked his pants and underpants down to his knees. As he tried to step back from me, he tripped and fell, making it easy for me to pull his pants down to ankles. Karen took a quick picture as we got to see his very red pubic hair around his very pink erection.

He protested, and our husbands laughed, but Karen and I both told him he had nothing to be ashamed about. “You got to see me,” I said, “and I just wondered what you looked like too.” I could hardly believe I had done it, but you could call it my revenge on the creeps who only stare.

After he hurried away, things did, as Karen put it, settle down, and the time on the beach went pleasantly. Very few others showed up while we were there, so I did not have to calm my nerves too often over being seen in such a bare state. Posing nude for Ed and Karen was enough of a new experience for that day.

More unexpected was the kind of sharing William and I did with another couple of friends soon thereafter. The timing was lucky because Carrie and Steve went on a trip to visit relatives, and we were going to be looking after their house for two weeks. With them gone, we would not have to worry about two friends from college coming to visit for a few days and having to cover up the nude routines for that time.

Mark was William’s best friend from college, and I had always liked him. I even went out on a couple of dates with Mark before William asked me out. In fact, it was Mark who had encouraged William to come out for the intramural soccer games where we met.

I was brought to those games by my roommate, Armandala, a student from India. Everyone called her Manda, and we were a good match for roommates because we were both similarly shy and inexperienced compared to many of the other women in the dorm. For her, the shyness was partly a natural consequence of being a foreign student. Manda did have one passion, though, and that was soccer. She may have introduced me to the sport, but I later introduced her to Mark, and now the two of them were a couple and were coming to see us in our new home.

Since she had been in America for several years and had also gotten into a serious relationship, I was curious to see whether Manda had changed in any other ways too. William and I certainly weren’t the same as we had been back in college.

Given airline schedules and our distance from a large airport, it was quite late when they arrived. We just greeted them, showed them their room, and let them go to bed.

In the morning, I got up, put on a light robe (for a change), and went downstairs to make coffee. When I returned upstairs, Manda had been in the bathroom, and when she was coming out, just across from our bedroom, she saw William still asleep. I had not closed our door, and William had not kept the sheets pulled up. I caught her, then, just as she was suddenly stopped in her tracks by the sight of my nude husband.

She didn’t notice me until I was almost next to her, and she quickly apologized for being such a spy. I looked in the room and saw William asleep on his side, his cute bottom nicely turned our way. The scene reminded me of how Steve had first seen me that time on their patio.

“Don’t worry about it, Manda. Everybody has one. I bet Mark has a nice one too.”

She giggled quietly. We had not moved away from where we could see William, and she didn’t want to wake him. “As a matter of fact, Mark has a very nice one,” she whispered. “I know because I just saw it again when I got up.” She giggled again. When we were in school together, we never talked naughty like this, and it was funny.

“You going to let me see?” I asked, also trying to keep my giggling quiet.

She took one more look at my nude husband and moved to the other bedroom door. With her hand up, she made a motion for me to wait while she tiptoed in. A moment later, she was back, opening the door enough for me to see the bed. “Okay,” she whispered, “he’s not showing any more than William, although I had to pull the sheet down without disturbing him.” Mark was asleep on his stomach, and he was completely nude. Taller and thinner than William, he looked more angular, but I liked seeing him.

“They’ll never believe we looked at them this way,” she said.

“I don’t think we should wake them to tell them. Anyway, do you want them to know?”

“Well, Mark is always teasing me about being so uptight. Just because I never went out with lots of boys doesn’t mean that I didn’t like to look a little bit.” I did not say anything about how well I understood her.

“Hang on,” I whispered, “I know how we can prove it to them later.” I went to get the camera. Manda was not too sure about the idea at first, but when she went along with it, she reminded me to disable the automatic flash. The morning sun was bright enough anyway.

Going to our room then, I saw that William had not moved, and Manda, at my prodding, sneaked into the room and near to the side of the bed. William’s legs were open a little, and I knew she could see his scrotum. As she looked at his body, I took the picture.

After she quietly retreated, we went to the other room. Handing the camera to Manda, I told her to get ready to shoot, stepping quietly into their room, moving close to the bed where she could get us both in the picture. And where I could get a closer look at Mark’s body. Manda took the picture as I looked at his sleeping form.

He appeared to be sound asleep, but suddenly shifted. I quickly ducked to hide at the foot of the bed and waited. Looking toward the door, I saw Manda motioning me to lay low. After a minute, though, she signaled that I could safely get up and get out of the room.

When I stood up, however, I saw that Mark had rolled onto his back, and his soft penis was resting on his thigh, nested in his thick, dark pubic hair. A penis did not have to be erect to look lovely to me, and I stood there staring. Manda had her hand over her mouth, as if to stifle another giggle, and it did not help that I motioned for her to take another picture of this scene. She did it, though.

Back in the hall with the door shut again, we gave into that urge to giggle at what we had done. “Come with me and I’ll see if I can’t let you get even with me.” Manda didn’t know exactly what I meant and followed me nervously back into our bedroom.

William had not moved. I told her that we could take another picture from another angle: she could stand on the other side of the bed where she could see William’s penis, and I would take the picture from the door of our bathroom. She was not too sure about my plan, but I told her that she should get to see all of William since I had seen all of Mark. Once in position, she forgot her nervousness and seemed to enjoy looking at William. In the picture, she is bending over a bit to look right at his penis, and her nightshirt rides up enough to show her white cotton panties.

Back out in the hallway, I asked her, “Well, do you think it’s true what they say, ‘Seen one, you’ve seen them all’”?

She giggled and answered, “They looked different enough to me.”

“Yeah, how?”

She paused and then said, “William’s penis definitely pointed to 9 o’clock, but Mark’s was running slow, pointing only to 7.” That made us break up in another fit of giggling.

“I could go back and set Mark’s penis to the right time if you want.”

“No, why not let me go move William’s penis to the right time?” She giggled more, and I had to admit that I was surprised at how easily she fell into casually joking about touching William’s penis and about looking at our nude men.

The two of us kept our secret during breakfast and the rest of the morning that we spent touring the house and property. Occasionally, Manda and I would share a conspiratorial glance, which would make us giggle a little. The guys just figured we were reverting to our roommate silliness.

Of course, out in the yard, they could see over the gate to Carrie and Steve’s pool. When they found out that we were watching the place for our neighbors that week, Mark lamented, “I wish we’d known you had a pool. We’d have brought our suits.”

I responded, “Who said you needed a suit, Mark?” This just made Manda giggle even more.

Over lunch, the subject of swimming came up again, and the guys discussed how we all might be able to get in the water even though William and I had no extra swimsuits. Mark was suggesting that he and Manda wear shorts, with a t-shirt added for Manda. William was suggesting something more daring. “Our swimsuits aren’t that big, so it would be more fair if you and Manda swam in your underwear.”

Manda laughed, “You guys would love that, I bet.” She did not, however, refuse the idea.

“I have an even better bet,” I said. “Underwear may be fine for Manda and me, but you guys shouldn’t need your underpants.”

“Oh, and why not?” Mark wanted to know.

“Because it’s not like we haven’t already seen you guys without your pants, that’s why not.”

“Yeah, right,” Mark answered. William said nothing, but had a quizzical look on his face.

“All right, then. We all meet in our underwear at poolside in ten minutes. Whether or not you guys get to keep your pants on depends on the bet. Time to put up or shut up.”

“And if you lose, what do we win from you and Manda?”

“Ask for anything you want, it doesn’t matter.”

As we all headed upstairs to get ready, Manda gave me a look that said she wasn’t so sure about this idea. I told her, “Nothing to worry about. You know we have the proof we need.”

“I know that, but I’m not sure I want to be swimming in my underwear.”

“No problem. Once they have their pants off, you won’t be feeling so exposed, I promise.”

Minutes later, then, the four of us were walking together through the gate. William was wearing a red pair of low-rise briefs, but in his way, Mark’s regular size white jockey shorts looked just as sexy because he was so obviously nervous about letting me see him that way.

For his anxiety, he was repaid with seeing me in a light blue matching bra and panties. They were a little skimpy, but not see-through. I didn’t want to go too far, knowing that Manda’s underwear had always been pretty plain. Even so, I had to admit that her white bra and briefs contrasted sharply with her warm, brown skin, an effect that certainly pleased the guys. It was difficult to ignore how petite she was. I wore a size 4, but Manda, a few inches shorter than me, wore a size 2. The fact that her body was so slight and the way she kept her arms crossed over her chest only enhanced the look she was sporting now.

Once we were at the pool, I handed the camera to William. “No doubt you’d like a picture of us.”

“Sure,” he said, a little surprised. Manda was equally surprised to have me stand beside her with an arm around her shoulder, posing for William. I made her put her arms down and smile, although she held her face down a bit, looking up shyly.

Once William took the picture, I said, “After you check to see how that one turned out, go ahead and look at the other saved pictures. Manda and I will be right here in the pool while you guys take your pants off.”

A moment later, William was telling Mark, “We’ve been had,” and he handed the camera to Mark. William didn’t waste any time. Standing there next to Mark, he peeled off his underpants, tossed them aside, and walked over to the pool’s edge to jump in. Manda forgot about worrying whether her underwear would show too much when wet and just watched William’s show. His partially erect penis looked beautiful, and I know he must have been hoping to get nude in front of our friends. For Manda, his penis was only the second she had seen in real life, so I was happy to see that he was not shy in front of her.

Mark was a different story. When he realized that he too would have to strip in front of us, he hesitated before following through on our bet. Like I had done that first time with Carrie, he turned toward the house and slowly pushed his briefs down his legs. Turning around, though, he kept both his hands over his penis so that I could not really get a clear look at it. Still, I could see that he was having trouble hiding all of it, which made me want to see all of it even more.

While we swam, the guys were good sports about having lost the bet and their clothes. Mark was a little distracted from looking at Manda and me because he wanted to keep his penis out of sight as much as possible, which in the clear water was not easy. William knew to keep cool and not try talking us girls out of our clothes. He recognized that Manda would, like us, need to go slow. In order to keep her going at all, he also knew that acting casual about his own nudity would make her relax and enjoy the new sensations. He therefore sometimes found a reason to get out of the pool so she could have a clearer view of his body. His penis was fully erect a couple of these times.

One of those times, I moved next to her as she stared at William’s bouncing penis and asked, “Like what you see?”

“Yes, very much, thank you.” And we both giggled some more. She was acting a bit shy, but did add, “I’m glad William is so free with his body. I like seeing him.” To some extent, then, his casualness must have worked because she soon felt comfortable enough to get out of the water. Her wet bra did not show much, except that her breasts must have been even smaller than mine, but her cotton panties were plastered to her skin, showing her brown bottom nicely as well as a thick growth of black pubic hair.

I too made no effort to hide my body, but my bra and panties did not show much more when wet. Nevertheless, from what I could see, Mark’s penis showed that he liked what he was seeing. Finally, when it was time to go home to get ready for dinner, I did not let him off the hook: I stared directly at him as he got out of the water, making sure that he had to walk toward me to get his towel, which I threw to him to ensure that his hands got out of the way. I wasn’t disappointed. His penis was still erect, long and very slender, like his body.

I surprised him then by taking a quick picture while he dried off. He was embarrassed, although he appreciated the smile I gave him. I also took a picture of William so that it didn’t seem that I was picking on Mark. Manda and I were pleased to see that they must have grown accustomed enough to the exposure that they didn’t put their pants back on then, remaining naked as we returned home.

Going out to dinner and then taking a drive around the area to show them the scenery meant a return to normalcy for the evening. Later in bed, William complimented me on my strategy for getting him and Mark undressed, but he wondered if I had any ideas for persuading Manda to join in. He was assuming, of course, that I would be perfectly willing to be nude in front of Mark. And he was right.

As it turned out, Mark came up with the idea for me. The next morning, the two of them were in the bathroom together. While Manda was using the tub for a bath, Mark was in the shower. He was finished before her and came out wrapped in a towel, deliberately leaving the bathroom door wide open. Rather than going back to their room, he came to the steps to call William. “Hey, grab the camera. There’s another open door up here.”

After putting in the digital tape, I mounted the camera on its tripod and let it roll a few seconds, adjusting the zoom to see how “up-close” I could get. Without a human subject to practice on, I could only guess at the sharpness of the images I’d get, but it looked pretty promising to me.

Promising, my ass! I had a sudden vision (was it a premonition?) of Nancy on her back, squealing with pleasure, as some huge cock pistoned in and out of her. How would I really feel about this? Could I really handle the jealousy?

I tortured myself with these thoughts for a few minutes. Soon, though, feelings of jealousy were overtaken by extreme excitement. Was this really happening? My beautiful wife, who’d fucked only me since we’d been married, was willing to go the limit with another guy, maybe more than one guy! And I’d get the whole thing on videotape!

All these dirty thoughts had given me a hard-on. I considered jacking off but decided to get cleaned up instead. Better to defer pleasure sometimes. After going upstairs, shaving, and showering, I stretched out on the guest room bed and dozed off.

At about 4:00 o’clock, Nancy called.

She sounded excited: “I think I found the right guy to get things moving tonight,” she said. “He’s loosely connected with the drama department at the University and told me he sometimes does porn to pay the bills. We got to talking and he really seems to like me. He said he’d help me out with an erotic promo for nothing. He said he even thought it would be fun.”

Fun was putting it mildly, I thought. “Where did you locate him?”

“I started chatting with a nice-looking guy in a coffee shop. In fact he was very nice looking, but he turned out to be gay. When I explained what I was looking for, though, he immediately thought of Jack, a straight friend of his. He even called Jack for me so I could explain just what I needed. He was doing something up on the campus but agreed to meet me at the coffee shop to discuss things.”

“So, he came right over?”

“Actually, it took him about half an hour to get there. Ward and I chatted awhile – Ward’s the gay guy – then he had to leave. A few minutes later, Jack showed up. He turned out to be a really sweet guy and we, well, agreed on a few things.”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m at a drug store where I bought some condoms. Jack said to get ultra-thins and some lubricant, too. So I did. I’m going to start walking back to the house now, so you can expect me in about ten minutes. I’ll tell you more about it when I get there.”

Nancy arrived at about 4:30. I sat her down in the living room and asked her to tell me everything she and Jack had planned for the evening.

When Jack arrived at the coffee shop, said Nancy, he turned out to be a pleasant-looking rather than a handsome man. He was on the short side and looked about thirty, maybe thirty-five. He only worked with women. His last “adult” session was three months ago. He was divorced and the father of a six-year-old son.

It was Jack who brought up the need for condoms. He told her he hadn’t had unprotected sex since the recent porno session – the director had insisted and he’d needed the money — but he’d had a “check” since then and was clean.

“So will Jack get here at 8:00 o’clock, too?” I asked.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that part. He’s coming early, at around 6:00 he said, to go over a few things with me. Not exactly rehearsal, but he said it was important for us to set things up and get acquainted first.”

I wondered what this would consist of. Did he want to practice fucking my wife?

“And I told him about you,” continued Nancy. “Not that you’re my husband but that you’re a guy I know slightly who’s inexperienced with a video camera but willing to help me out by shooting a promotional video. So he won’t expect any sort of expertise on your part. I even asked him not to be too critical of you. He said not to worry. He doesn’t know a lot about videotaping himself. When he’s doing an erotic session, he says he’s into the performance not how it’s taped.”

“Meanwhile,” continued Nancy, “let’s order a pizza. I’m getting hungry, are you?”

‘Great,” I said. “Maybe I can film you in a porno cliché. You know, the one where the girl gets screwed by the pizza delivery guy.”

Nancy just laughed, asked me if pepperoni was OK, and went in search of the phone book. I, meanwhile, gathered up several throw pillows and placed them on the couch. Then I spread out the blanket (the one Jimmy had barfed on but which Nancy had hand-washed and dried this morning in Tony’s machine) in front of the couch in case the action moved off the couch and down to the floor. I practiced focusing on the couch and the area in front of it again, discovering I’d have to take the camera off the tripod to video the latter area.

“It’ll be about thirty minutes for the pizza,” said Nancy. “I’m going to go upstairs and get into something more suitable now. And I’ve got to do something about this make-up. I look like hell. It’s a wonder I didn’t scare Jack off.”

“Does he know the other guys are coming by?” I asked her as she started to climb the stairs.

“Nope. That can be our surprise. He claims to be an actor, so he should to be able to adjust quickly to situations. We’ll see how he does. By the way, what would you like me in tonight? The same outfit as yesterday, maybe?”

“Yep. Except not the panties. Let’s get right down to it.”

4.

The pizza guy and Jack arrived at the same time, a few minutes past six o’clock. Nancy was sitting in the living room in her short white skirt, light blue top, and sandals. And, of course, she was panty-less and braless. I paid for the pizza and shook hands with Jack.

He was about 5′9″ with a stocky build. He had blond hair, thinning a little at the temples, and a broad smile. I introduced myself as Cal, a friend of Nancy’s.

I apologized for the pizza arriving a little late since I knew he and Nancy needed to rehearse. He said that was fine with him. He was at our disposal until around 9:00.

So Nancy, Jack, and I sat down on the carpeted floor around the low coffee table to drink a beer and eat the pizza. Jack sat down right next to Nancy and complimented her on her appearance. He said he could see tonight was going to be a real pleasure. When he said this, Nancy thanked him and gave him a little peck on the cheek. I couldn’t see for sure, but I think he was resting his left hand on her thigh.

“So how is this going to work tonight?” I asked. “Are you going to script something like a play or are you two just going to improvise?” I thought, as the videographer, this was an appropriate question.

Jack answered: “Most erotic videos have a premise of some sort, even if it’s pretty lame. Since Nancy looks so young, I was thinking she could play the part of a babysitter maybe, and I could be a father coming home early from a party. Then one thing would lead to another. If she can act innocent, I can play the part of an older guy taking advantage of her. That way I can sort of be in charge of the action, if that’s all right with you.”

He addressed this last suggestion to Nancy not me. She nodded her consent.

“I know you’re new to this,” he said (this time to me), “but the main thing to remember is not to try for a lot of tricky angles. I’ll set a real slow pace with Nancy so you’ll be able to get a good angle on what we’re doing and stay with it for a while.”

A little later, at around 6:45, I noticed Jack saying something under his breath to Nancy. She looked at me and announced that the two of them needed to go upstairs for a little while. They needed to get acquainted physically.

I said no problem. Everything was ready down here when they were.

Then the two of them went upstairs, almost certainly to the guest bedroom. As I watched them climb the stairs, a strong wave of jealousy swept over me. Here was my wife on her way to “get acquainted physically” with a guy who was shortly going to fuck her right before my eyes. But why should I feel jealousy? After all, it was exactly what she and I had done our best to set up. Why should I feel this way? Well, the fact is I just did.

I think I felt left out. I’d always been able to watch her in action prior to this. Before, I’d always felt included even though the guys I’d watched my wife with didn’t know I was present.

My head buzzing with jealousy and excitement, I cleaned up the pizza mess and dawdled a while in the living room. It was about 7:10 now and the other guys would be knocking on the front door in less than an hour. I listened for sounds coming from upstairs but couldn’t hear anything.

Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and I tip-toed upstairs to see if I could tell what was going on there. On the landing, I peered around the corner and saw that the bedroom door was shut. I stood next to the door and listened again as intently as I could.

I could make out a few sounds. The bed, a rather old one, was making a creaking sound. Obviously one or both of them were on it. It wasn’t a regular creaking sound though, so I was pretty sure he hadn’t already climbed on my wife and begun fucking her.

Then I heard Nancy laugh. I heard Jack’s voice next but couldn’t make out what he said. This was followed by more bed creaking sounds and a little squeal and laugh from Nancy. Was he tickling her? Finger-fucking her?

Then, after almost three minutes of silence, the bed made the sound it makes when someone gets off it and I heard Nancy say something about being right back. I quickly dodged around the corner of the landing and down about five stair steps. A second later I heard the bedroom door open and Nancy, topless and wearing only her little white skirt, quickly darted across the hallway and into the bathroom. Her skirt flipped up as she passed above me, and I got a nice view of her beautiful naked ass just before she shut the bathroom door.

Obviously Jack had wasted no time getting my wife virtually naked. And, from the playful noises she’d been making, it was clear she was enjoying whatever it was he was doing to her as they got acquainted. I’d have to get her to tell me every detail later.

I moved down a few more stairs to be less visible. In the bathroom the toilet flushed and I heard Nancy washing her hands in the basin. Then she opened the bathroom door and stood framed in it, topless and gorgeous, for a full two seconds. I wondered what made her hesitate. All at once she smiled, and I saw that Jack was standing just a few feet in front of her on the landing. He was wearing only his shirt and I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, which looked semi-erect, as he walked over to Nancy and embraced her.

“I have to go, too,” he said.

Their bodies were briefly sideways to me and as Jack moved past my wife and into the bathroom I saw her reach down with her left hand and give his dangling cock a playful tug.

“Hurry back,” she said. “We have to get ready. It’s almost show time.”

Then they separated, he into the bathroom and she back into the bedroom. I looked at my wrist-watch and saw that it was almost 7:30. Jack took quite a while in the bathroom, six or seven minutes maybe, and when he opened the door and crossed the landing to the bedroom I got quite a shock. He had a full erection! It bobbed impressively as he walked past above me and it looked like he was wearing a condom, though I couldn’t be sure from where I was watching.

His cock was about the size of mine, maybe a little longer. I wondered: was he going to stick it in Nancy already? Was he going to fuck her now and again later?

I heard Nancy make a half-laughing-half-squealing sound of surprise as Jack entered the bedroom. Then I heard the door close. Quickly, I rushed up the stairs again and stood next to the bedroom door to listen.

The bed was making little irregular creaking noises again and I could just make out their voices, mumbles really, and knew they were on the bed doing something and talking. This continued for several minutes until I heard Nancy make a rather loud gasping sound. A few seconds later I was able to distinguish several words: it was Nancy saying, “Oh, yes! Like that!”

I tried to imagine what Jack was doing to my wife. Had he stuck his cock inside her? Was he eating her cunt? My own cock was fully erect now in my trousers. Simultaneously aroused and in the pangs of jealousy, I rubbed it as I listened

Then, after a brief period, perhaps a full minute, during which I couldn’t make out any further sounds, Nancy gasped again and made a little whimpering sound. Damn, I almost came when she made that little sound.

I heard nothing after that except the bed creaking slightly for several more minutes. What had just happened and what was happening now? Had Jack brought her to orgasm or near it? How had he done it?

Finally, at 8:00 o’clock, I heard a loud creaking noise and knew that one or both of them were getting off the bed. I decided it was time to get back downstairs, so quickly retreated (my hard cock straining against my trousers) to the living room and began, nervously, fiddling with the light on the big tripod and rearranging the pillows and blanket in front of the couch.

Then, at about 8:10, the door bell sounded. I knew it had to be Sid and Arnie. I heard the bedroom door upstairs open and Nancy shouted down the stairs to me, “Cal, can you please answer the front door? We’ll be down in a few minutes.”

I put on my baseball cap and opened the front door for Nancy’s two new friends. I hoped the cap would make me look different from the way I looked last night at the bar where they’d met her. Sid and Arnie stood on the front porch, Arnie holding a twelve-pack of beer. They didn’t seem to recognize me and I let them in, explaining that I was a friend of Nancy’s here to shoot a video for her.

I told them she and the guy who was going to be in the video with her were upstairs getting ready.

Just then, Nancy leaned over the rail near the top the stairs and yelled down to Sid and Arnie: “Make yourselves comfortable, guys. I’m going to be busy for a little while making this video, but you can just hang out if that’s OK.”

Arnie and Sid looked at each other and then, resignedly I guess, sat down on the couch that wasn’t going to be used in the video. Arnie opened the twelve-pack he’d carried in, popped loose a beer for Sid and himself, and offered me one.

“So, what kind of video is this going to be,” asked Sid.

I answered him as though I had extensive experience with videography: “Oh, the usual suck and fuck type, I guess.” The two guys on the couch acted surprised. Yesterday, Nancy had made a point of telling them she didn’t fuck guys she posed with. They probably wondered if I misunderstood her “rules” or if she had lied to them.

Jack and my wife, meanwhile, had come downstairs. He was fully dressed again, as the father coming home early from a party, no doubt. And Nancy had on a different top with her short white skirt and sandals. The yellow blouse she’d put on was transparent enough to show the outlines of her nipples. To make herself look even younger, Nancy had put her hair up in pig-tails. She looked (and I’m not exaggerating) about seventeen.

Jack shook hands with Sid and Arnie. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the prospect of performing in front of strangers. Then he turned to me and said, “Well, let’s get it started.”

I’d watched Nancy lick and tease other guys’ cocks before, but this was the only cock I’d ever seen inside her mouth except my own.

And there was no use hiding from anyone else in the room, at this point, that I had a very stiff cock under my trousers. I noticed that Sid and Arnie were standing just behind me, seeing what I got to see as I videoed my wife, but I didn’t notice if they too had erections.

Seconds later, Nancy quickly got on her knees next to Jack and, leaning forward, brought his hard cock all the way inside her mouth! Cradling his scrotum in her left hand, she moved her head up and down the glistening wet shaft, making it disappear and reappear. Occasionally, she would catch her breath by licking and sucking the crown of his cock and, once, she leaned down further and licked his balls. All the while she was attending to his equipment, Jack gripped one of her pig tails, but there was no need to force her. She was fully committed to giving him a super blow-job.

After almost five minutes of having his cock sucked relentlessly, Jack freed it from Nancy’s mouth. He said: “Stop, that’s enough for now. You’re going to make me cum and I don’t want to yet.”

He pulled her down beside him and kissed her again. “You’re quite a cocksucker,” he said. “How long have you been doing that?”

“I started when I was fourteen,” said Nancy in her silly teenager voice. “”I used to go out in the parking lot and suck off some of the cute boys. But I never let any of them fuck me until last year.”

Jack sat up then and crawled over to his trousers, which he’d thrown on the floor. He removed a small packet from a pocket and, tearing into it, removed a condom. He crawled back over to Nancy and holding his erection just over her face, expertly rolled on the condom. He then reached down with his right hand, placed it behind her neck, and pulled her face up nearer his cock. Holding her head in his left hand, he rubbed the end of his cock all over her face. Finally, he held it against her mouth. She licked and kissed it and allowed him to stick it into her mouth.

After working his cock in and out of her mouth for thirty seconds or so, he announced: “I’m going to put this in your pussy now. First, I’m going to do it to you dog-style, so get on your hands and knees now. Spread your ass for me the way you were spreading it for that boy when I came home.”

4.

Nancy did as she was told. On her hands and knees, she aimed her beautiful ass toward the camera (I was still shooting slightly in front of the left side of the couch) while Jack stood slightly to her left-rear spreading lubricant all over his cock.

“That’s really a gorgeous ass,” he said, getting down on the floor so his face was inches from it. “Spread your legs wider now. Let me get a really good look at your pussy and that tight little asshole of yours. That’s a nice little rosebud. Have you ever been fucked there before?”

“No,” said Nancy. “Boys at my school don’t do that.”

“How would you like my cock up your ass?”

This caught me totally off guard. Had he cleared this with my wife? She’d never liked it much when I ass-fucked her.

In any case, Nancy didn’t answer. Jack leaned forward and buried his face in the crack of her ass. Seconds later, he pulled his head back and moved it slightly to the left side so I could get a clear shot of what he was doing. I managed to shoot almost a full minute of him licking and sticking his tongue in my wife’s asshole. At the same time, he was working his right index finger in and out of her cunt. She was leaning way forward on her elbows now and began moaning as soon as Jack started tonguing her ass and finger-fucking her, but the moan soon turned into a peculiar whimpering sound I’d never heard her make before.

Then Jack pulled his right index finger out of her cunt and stuck it as far as it would go into her asshole.

Nancy gasped and exclaimed, “Oh, please, Mr. Johnson! Please put it in my pussy now! I want it now!”

At least she hadn’t forgotten and called him Jack.

He quickly got on his knees behind her, temporarily blocking my camera angle. I moved two feet further to the right just in time to shoot him making his first full thrust inside her (relieved, for some reason, that his cock had gone into her cunt rather than her asshole). He stayed deep inside her for a few seconds then pulled all the way out. He moved his right leg away from her ass slightly — I noticed his knees now straddled her left leg — and gave me a good view of his cock glistening with lubricant and Nancy’s cunt juices. Then he drove back into her again and again and she began making that odd whimpering sound once more. Was she in some sort of pain?

I wasn’t really happy with my camera angle but discovered that by getting down on my belly and shooting upward just past Jack’s right thigh I had a clear shot of his cock thrusting in and out of Nancy’s cunt. He obliged me by keeping his body slightly to the left of her rear end and occasionally pausing with his cock mostly out of her to show the camera the full length of it before he resumed pounding into her again.

Having to pay attention to shooting the action must have made me somewhat detached from the scene. This is the only explanation I can offer for being able to calmly watch my wife getting such a thorough fucking, watched by two other guys she hardly knew, from a guy she’d met just that day. This calm didn’t prevent my retaining a raging hard-on, of course.

Jack kept fucking my beautiful wife doggie-style for a good seven or eight minutes, skillfully varying the rhythm of his assault on her cunt. But when she stopped whimpering and began gasping louder and louder, a sure sign that she was about to cum, Jack pulled his cock out and abruptly rolled her over on her back.

He then spread her legs, bent forward to her crotch, and once more buried his tongue in her cunt. He performed cunnilingus on her for at least another two minutes. Then, raising himself up, he said, “There’s nothing as tasty as excited teenage pussy!” It sounded like a product endorsement. Then he rose to his knees, scooted forward, and entered her missionary style.

He thrust powerfully into her for several more minutes. As he fucked her, there was a wonderful squishing and slapping sound. My wife was obviously very excited and producing a lot of natural lubrication.

And the two of them were deeply into their roles. They almost had me thinking Nancy was an actual teenager being used for pleasure by a dominant grown-up man.

Then she started cumming again. She’d been moaning, but this gave way to very heavy, raspy breathing. Then, raising her lower body to meet his thrusts, she screamed out, “Oh, God, Mr. Johnson! Keep fucking me hard like that! Oh, shit! You’re making me cum! I have to cum big! Oh! Oh! Oh, shit!”

She stiffened then before going totally limp with her back pressed flat against the blanket on the floor and her arms thrown out loosely to either side of her.

Jack, his cock still buried inside her, adjusted his body so that most of his weight was off Nancy. They lay still for ten seconds or so before he pulled his cock out of her and got to his feet. “I’m tired of this damned thing,” he said, rolling the condom off his erection. “I want to cum now.”

He sat down on the couch slowly stroking his cock with his right hand. I shot a few seconds of Nancy lying on her back looking up admiringly at his stiff cock. She’s really a great actress. At least I think she was acting.

“Come over here,” he demanded. “I want you to show me how you do it to teenage boys in the school parking lot.”

Nancy sat up and dutifully crawled over to Jack. Kneeling between his legs, she placed her hands on his thighs for support and immediately gripped his cock in her left hand. She then took it into her mouth yet again. I knelt down to the right side of them and shot several minutes of Nancy bobbing her head up and down with Jack’s saliva-covered, condomless cock in her mouth.

Then, firmly gripping her pigtails, Jack forced my wife’s head down even further so that she had almost the full length of his cock in her mouth. At first, I was a little concerned for her. But apparently this slight compulsion on his part was fine with her. In fact, she was actually moaning with pleasure as she deep-throated him. Still, it amazed me to see how much of this guy’s cock she could suck without gagging.

“Ah, this is first-rate cocksucking! You are really a great cocksucker!” exclaimed Jack. “I bet those boys loved it. Tell me, did they have really big cocks? Were they bigger than mine?”

Nancy forced her head up and gasped for breath. She took several deep breaths before answering: “Oh, God, Mr. Johnson, I don’t remember them all. Most were smaller than yours, I think. One guy was way bigger, though. He was almost too big.”

Jack stood up in front of the couch, holding his cock in Nancy’s face. “Tell me about that guy. Tell me all about sucking his big cock while I cum in your face.”

As Jack began stroking his cock with his right hand, Nancy, kneeling in front of him (and still a little short of breath), delivered a disjointed narrative in her high school girl voice: “His name was Ramon, I think.. His penis was too big. He almost choked me with it. But I got excited. And his friend was in the front seat. I don’t remember his name. He reached over the front seat and put his fingers inside my panties from the back. Oh, shit, I couldn’t help it but he was making me cum. Ramon came in my mouth then. I choked. All that goo in my mouth. I had to spit it out. He got mad when I did that. I hated him. But I had to cum again. His friend was making me cum with his fingers. Ramon just laughed and laughed. I never sucked him off again. He didn’t even go to our school anymore. . . .”

Just then Jack, who’d begun stroking his cock more vigorously as Nancy told her parking lot story, exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, I’ve got to cum now!” and, grunting, released a big load of semen in my wife’s face. There were two spurts. I got a good close-up sequence of the first spurt splashing against her nose and eyes and the second weaker ejaculation dribbling down to her lips. She looked a little annoyed and tried to wipe it off her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jack pulled Nancy’s head toward him with his left hand and rubbed the end of his cock against her forehead. He seemed to want every last drop of his cum on her face.

My wife finally stood up and walked briskly into the dining room. I turned the camera off and watched her perfect ass disappear around the corner. She was headed either to the kitchen or the bathroom just off the kitchen.

5.

“Damn, she is really good,” Jack announced. “She’s not only really gorgeous, but you can tell she actually enjoys sex. Most girls I’ve worked with just fuck and suck for the money. But Nancy’s really special.”

I put the camera down and readjusted my cock in my briefs. My hard-on had partially gone away, but my genitals were still uncomfortably constrained and there was a slight ache in my scrotum. I looked over at Sid and noticed that his erection was sticking out quite prominently in his loose-fitting trousers. He must have been wearing boxer shorts. I couldn’t be sure what was happening with Arnie’s dick because he was wearing dark-colored pants. But I it looked like he might have a wet spot near his fly.

Jack, standing in front of the couch, quickly put his briefs and pants back on. Then he sat down to put on his shoes. He said, “I’d like to find out where Nancy lives back in New York. I wouldn’t mind looking her up sometime. If she could get away from her husband, I’d like to give her the fucking of her life.”

He certainly didn’t lack self-confidence.

Nancy reappeared in the living room then, wiping her face with a hand towel from the bathroom. Ignoring Jack, she walked up to Sid, who was standing next to Arnie, and put her right arm around his waist. “I noticed that there’s a big problem in your pants, Sid.”

“Maybe we can upstairs and take care of it,” said Sid. “Do you have another condom?”

“You won’t need one,” she answered. “I’m through fucking for the night. Besides, I’m not sure I’m ready for a cock the size of yours. Maybe I can do something else for you.”

She looked at Arnie then and started, I think, to make him a similar offer. But he backed away and raised his hands. “That’s enough for me,” he said. Looking at his crotch area, I noticed a small damp patch. Obviously, he’d cum at some time during her session with Jack.

Then she looked at me and said, “That’ll be enough filming for now.”

Saying this, she walked over to me and kissed me. Looking past her, I saw Sid taking off his shoes, socks, trousers, and briefs. Nancy whispered in my ear: “I hope you enjoyed watching that little play we made up. I sure liked doing it. But I guess you could see that for yourself.”

She was now playing with my erection through my pants, making sure the others saw what she was doing. Then she said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I’ll have to figure out some way to thank you later, Cal, for doing this for me. But you must never tell John about any of this. He would be pretty unforgiving. Like you said, what happens in Seattle stays in Seattle.”

Sid, now naked from the waist down and sporting a huge hard-on, then surprised Nancy by walking up behind her and cupping her breasts in his hands. Then he surprised everyone by rather roughly pulling my wife away from me, picking her up (squealing) so she lay across his left shoulder, and carrying her back over to the couch. His cock bobbed up and down heavily as he walked. Nancy still clutched the hand towel in one hand.

Jack, now fully dressed, stood up quickly to make room for them.

Before he put her down on the couch, Sid turned around briefly to face the rest of us and nodded toward my wife’s ass on gorgeous display next to his head. He was clearly drunk and almost lost his balance as he did this. He managed to reach up with his right hand and pat her ass. “Is this a great piece of ass or what?”

I was surprised by his sense of showmanship. Or maybe it was just drunken arrogance.

Then he set her down on the couch, sat down next to her, and said: “I’d like some of that parking lot cocksucking, please.”

Nancy laughed and said, “Well, that was all bullshit, you know. When I was in high school I’m afraid I was a good girl. The truth is I never really sucked anybody’s cock till I married John.”

Sid leaned back against the right armrest and spread his legs. “I’m already close to shooting my wad,” he said. “Maybe you can just finish me off.” He was almost whining.

My wife leaned forward then and grasped Sid’s hard-on in her right hand. She then brought her mouth down to the swollen crown of Sid’s cock and gave it a tentative lick. “That really is some cock,” she said with real admiration. “I’ll see what I can do.”

I retrieved the camera and walked over to the right end of the couch so that I was just a few feet behind Sid’s head. It gave me a great angle and prevented him from seeing that he was being filmed.

Nancy beamed up at me as I started shooting and slowly took the first inch or so of Sid’s huge cock into her mouth. He placed his left hand behind her neck. I hadn’t counted on such great bonus footage!

I could tell from the motion inside her cheeks that she was trying to work her tongue around the edges of his cockhead. I say “trying” because he was so large that there was little room in her mouth to perform this little act she so routinely did for me.

Sid moaned with pleasure as he watched my wife’s mouth at work on the end of his cock. Gradually, by pressing down on her head, he managed to work another half-inch or so in and out of her mouth, but this seemed to be all she could take.

Sid stopped moaning and began repeating in a monotone, “Oh yes, suck my cock. Oh yes, suck my cock.” He must have said this ten or fifteen times.

After almost a minute of nearly gagging my beautiful wife with his cock, though, he removed his hand from her head, allowing her to lift her head and remove the cock from her mouth. It glistened with her saliva, making it look even larger. Nancy, as she caught her breath, began vigorously stroking the cock with her right hand, the hand looking pale, small, and delicate as it slid up and down the veiny purplish shaft.

Without releasing Sid’s cock, Nancy climbed down in front of the couch and, on her knees and leaning across his left thigh, brought her mouth down to his balls. I got a great video sequence, several minutes’ worth, of her sucking and licking his balls as she continued jacking him off with her right hand. Sid made it easier by arching his back slightly.

Finally, after maybe three minutes of enduring my wife’s skillful mouth and tongue and her strong right arm, Sid shouted out “Oh, fuck, Oh fuck!” and shot a stream of cum straight in the direction of my camera lens. Then, with Nancy’s tongue still lashing his scrotum, Sid managed a second and third shot of cum. He continued moaning with pleasure for a while although he was obviously finished. His stomach and chest were covered with semen.

Nancy sat up on her haunches then and began wiping Sid’s chest with the hand towel. I got a good shot of her beautiful smiling face as she asked him, “How was that? Did that feel good?”

“Damn, that was really great!” he said. He looked around the room then as though he’d forgotten that the rest of us were there. Apparently he was sobering up. I put the camera down on the floor behind me and said, “Too bad I couldn’t have had some footage of you fucking her, too, Sid. That might’ve been just as hot as when Jack fucked her.”

Nancy stood up, gave me a pretend dirty look, and said, “I told you I’m not taking a cock that big in me and I mean it.” Then she smiled expansively at everyone in the room and said, “I’m really wiped out. It’s time for me to go to bed. Thank you everybody for coming [we all laughed at her little pun], but we have to break this up now. Also, I’m tired of running around stark naked. So I’m going upstairs to get my robe on. Everyone start making going away motions, OK?”

Nancy walked over to the stairs, exaggerating the swing of her ass for our benefit, and slowly ascended them, beaming a wide smile at us as she did. She looked like a goddess ascending to the heavens.

Sid was sitting on the carpet pulling on his socks. “I’ve fucked lots of other girls and they didn’t say my cock was too big. I’ll bet once I got it in her she’d love it. Too bad she wouldn’t let me.”

Standing by the front door, Jack smiled and said good-night to us three guys. Then he turned to me and said, “I left my phone number with Nancy. Tell her I had to take off, OK? And tell her please to call me.” He opened the door then and was gone.

I began fussing around with the tripods and lights, as though I might be getting ready to leave, too. Of course, my real intention was to go to bed with my wife as soon as the other two guys left. The trick was getting them moving. Both Arnie and Sid were fully dressed, but it took me a full ten minutes to put the few remaining beers they’d brought in a paper bag and get them out the door.

As they were leaving, Nancy came downstairs in her short terry cloth robe. “Thanks for everything, guys,” she said. Why she was thanking them was beyond me. Still playing the good hostess, she stopped them at the door long enough to give each a parting kiss. Arnie kissed her in a gentlemanly way.

But as Sid kissed her, he reached under her robe and held an ass cheek in each hand. He must have sneaked a finger into her cunt because she broke her kiss with him, squealed, and backed away from him. “Sid! That’s enough of that!”

“C’mon, Nancy,” whined Sid, on his way out the door. “Can I come by tomorrow?”