THIS MUSIC MAN’S PICTURES CAST SUCH A SPELL THAT THEY TRIED TO RE-CREATE THEM
I am thirty-eight and have been happily married to my lovely wife for fifteen years. When we were first married, Shannon was eighteen and a virgin. Although we went on to have many wild and enthusiastic lovemaking sessions together, she still had never had a sexual experience outside our marriage.
Despite our committed love for each other, we have shared some fantastic fantasies. The fantasy I have increasingly come to favor is one in which Shannon makes love to another man while I watch. Until recently I thought such an idea was crazy. Why share my beautiful wife with another man? But as I matured, I realized that while I had many sexual experiences before our marriage, Shannon had none.
When I first proposed this fantasy, she was shy and would not participate. But when I brought home a video of a husband watching while his wife fucked another man, she got so turned on, we had the hottest lovemaking session of our lives.
One night as we played with each other in bed, I asked Shannon if she could consider making love to another man while I watched.
For the longest time she was silent. Then she said, “I could do it in fantasy, but I love you too much to ever do it in real life.”
I sensed that deep down she was intrigued by the idea, but she feared it would adversely affect our relationship. “Honey,” she said, “I love you so much, I’ll do anything for you. Yes, to be totally honest, I’ve wondered how another man would feel. I think that’s only normal and healthy for any wife to fantasize about, but I can’t imagine a situation where it could happen for real. I only want your arms around me and you inside me.” With that she reached down and cupped my rigid prick, then eased me lovingly in her passionate pussy.
I knew how much she was turned on by the video and how much she was turned on by our fantasies, and as we made love gently, I whispered in her ear, “Honey, I love you dearly. I just want your life to be complete, so you will have had the same experiences I have had. If the time and place is right and the mood is right, any fantasy you ever dreamed could come true.”
With that she moaned softly, then louder, until we were both shaking with lust that exploded in orgasm. Little did we know then that “the right time and place” was just around the corner.
Shannon is a silky-haired beauty with gorgeous tits and a shapely body that has made me the envy of all my male friends. She is also an accomplished musician. When a world-renowned symphony orchestra was appearing in a neighboring city, I bought tickets to the performance and the reception afterwards. Because it was a long drive, I booked a room in a hotel adjoining the concert hall.
She was delighted with the performance and particularly fond of a solo by the concertmaster, the orchestra’s principal violinist (she’s a violinist as well), a young and attractive European male. At the post-concert reception, where the champagne flowed freely, we met the young violinist and were immediately engaged in an enthusiastic discussion of his performance.
Albert was tall, blond and handsome, and he took an instant liking to my wife, asking permission to dance with her. Shannon, a bit tipsy from the champagne, was happy to oblige. On the dance floor, Albert had a difficult time trying not to stare at my wife’s breasts. She wore a low-cut black evening gown that accentuated her fine boobs. Her nipples were barely covered, and without a bra, her cleavage left little to the imagination.
Several times I’d have sworn he rubbed the back of his hand deliberately across her nipples as they changed positions on the dance floor. And I sensed that she was struggling with herself not to get excited. As they danced closer and closer, I saw the bulge in his pants rub against her leg. She pulled away instantly, but he held her tightly and they finished the dance before returning to the table.
As Albert excused himself to replenish our drinks, I teased Shannon that he obviously had a crush on her. Being shy, she said, “That’s silly, he does not!” But her erect nipples were a dead giveaway. Was she aroused! Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement.
Albert returned with fresh drinks, which spurred on our conversation. He was relaxed and easygoing, and we found ourselves with much in common. He was staying at the same hotel, and as the reception broke up, I asked if he would like to drop by our room for a nightcap. Shannon acted a little surprised, but when Albert asked her directly if it was okay, she said, “It’s much too early for bed. We’d love to have you stop by.”
We had a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for us in our room, and the three of us were soon seated comfortably on the oversize lounge, with Shannon in the middle and Albert and me on either side. Before long we knew a great deal about each other. Albert was married to a beautiful woman (he showed us a snapshot from his wallet) who looked strikingly like my wife. He was finishing a three-month tour while she remained at home in Europe with their two children.
“I have three other pictures of her that might be too embarrassing to show,” Albert said. “I keep them with me to remind me of every detail of her beautiful body. Actually”—he was looking right at Shannon—“you look enough like her to be her twin sister.”
“Then I’d really like to see the other pictures,” I said.
“Oh, please don’t,” Shannon said to Albert. “It’s for you and your wife to share.”
“I would really never show them to anyone else,” he said. “But since there is such a remarkable resemblance between Olympia and you, I think you’ll be interested in them.” He opened his briefcase, which he had set by the door, and extracted three color photos.
The first showed a beautiful woman sitting in bed completely naked, with her knees drawn up under her chin. Her long dark hair covered her shoulders and flowed over her left knee, discreetly covering her left breast. But the gentle swelling of her right breast could not be obscured, and a lovely rosebud nipple peeped out for us to see. Her legs, long and shapely, were close enough together so that only a faint outline of her pussy was visible.
Reluctantly, Shannon looked at the photo. “Why, she’s lovely,” she said.
“Yes, she is,” Albert said. “And if her hair were light like yours, we wouldn’t be able to tell you two apart.”
“Oh, but there’s no way I could compare with a body like that,” Shannon blurted.
“Take it from me, Albert,” I said, “Shannon does have a body like that. In fact, I am really shocked at the astounding resemblance between our wives.”
Embarrassed, Shannon took a big gulp of champagne and nuzzled closer to me for support. As she did, the hem of her dress rode up her thighs, exposing the top of her stockings and just a hint of her lace panties. Knowing that Albert could see her panties, and was in fact unable to take his eyes off her, I felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through me—a feeling not of jealousy, as I had feared, but of excitement. My erection was instant, so hard it almost hurt.
“Well, I can see that you have the same shapely legs as Olympia,” said Albert. “And if you’ll forgive me, I’ll bet your breasts are as lovely as these.”
With that he showed us the second photo, which absolutely took our breath away. Looking even more beautiful than in the first pose, Olympia was leaning back against the naked chest of Albert, who sat behind her on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back and to her left so her lips could lovingly caress her husband’s.
Her left arm hooked under her husband’s arm, resting on his shoulder, gently urging him to her. Her full breasts were a marvel of symmetry, their soft and flowing lines interrupted only by the growing hardness of her aroused nipples. Both of her legs were drawn up and coaxed wide apart by his left hand, whose fingertips lightly brushed the glistening wetness of her vulva.
Olympia was fully exposed, and the camera had caught it all. Dead center. The loving kiss, her gorgeous tits, her smooth belly leading to her neatly tufted pubic hair, her legs spread wide apart. The slight pressure of Albert’s fingers was enough to barely part his wife’s pouting pussy l
ips. There was no denying her state of arousal as her erect clitoris peeped out from its sheltering hood.
It was the most sensuous picture I had ever seen, not only depicting their love for each other, but extending to the viewer an erotic invitation to that forbidden area between Olympia’s legs.
At first Shannon could only stare at the picture. As she continued to look, her right hand brushed against my cock, sheltered from Albert’s view. Feeling my stiffness, she eased her fingers around it and alternately squeezed and released it. Finally she said, “She’s so lovely, and she obviously loves you so. You must miss her terribly when you’re away from her.”
“Oh, I do,” said Albert. “I can’t wait to get back to her, to make love to her. To spread her legs as I’m doing in this picture and become one with her.”
I felt a hard squeeze from Shannon’s hand.
“Well, I can certainly see why you were shocked to meet Shannon,” I said to Albert. “It’s unbelievable how much they look alike. Of course, you’ve never seen my Shannon naked. That would be the acid test.”
“Oh, honey,” Shannon blushed. “I would need more than another drink for that to happen. Besides, Olympia is much prettier than me.”
“She is beautiful,” said Albert. “But then, so are you. You underestimate yourself.”
As Albert reached for the champagne bottle, Shannon extended her left hand with her glass for a refill. He guided her hand to his lap, where he rested it while he poured her drink. There was no escaping the bulge she found. When her hand brushed against it, she tightened her grip on my cock, squeezing it a few times.
“Oh, I can really feel this champagne,” she said, as she removed her glass from Albert’s lap. “It tastes so good, I hate to stop.”
“Can we see your last picture?” I asked Albert.
“Oh, honey,” said Shannon. “I feel we have intruded too much into Albert’s private life.”
“No, no,” said Albert, “it will give me great pleasure for you to see this. And I think you will like it as well.”
As he reached for the last picture, I eased my zipper down. To Shannon’s surprise she now had her fingers wrapped around my bare cock. As it was still partially hidden from Albert, she continued to squeeze me slowly.
The last picture was truly breathtaking. From our conversation and the intimacy of the first two pictures, we felt a growing closeness to the couple. But that did not prepare us for the wanton lust that stared out at us now.
Albert was sitting up against the bed’s headboard. Olympia had straddled his lap with her back to him and faced the camera. Her eyes were partially closed. She leaned back into his chest, with her legs spread wide apart. The puffed lips of her pussy were splayed open, with most of Albert’s huge cock buried inside. The photo was obviously shot after they had both climaxed, as perspiration glistened on her tits and a stream of come dripped down from her pussy along the exposed portion of his cock.
What happened next is why this truly is a love story. Overwhelmed by the sheer erotic emotion of the picture, Shannon gasped for breath. I felt her whole body begin to tremble beside me. She was fixated on the vision of Albert and Olympia before her. A moan escaped her lips. She seemed as if in some hypnotic trance. Her lips parted as she lay back against me. Tilting her head to receive my kiss, she murmured, “Honey, I’m so hot.”
I leaned over her and pulled her across my lap. Her right hand still gripped my shaft firmly, now fully exposed to Albert. Her shoeless legs were almost in his lap. As she tilted her head up to me, her eyes glazed over and her whole body quivered. I kissed her. Her lips, full and moist, gave way to my darting tongue.
I eased my right hand between her legs and under her knee, drawing her legs up and apart. The realization that Albert now had an unobstructed view between her legs, covered by only the sheerest of panties, caused her to hesitate. But any misgivings she had melted away as he reached out and gently palmed her calf and inner thigh just above her knee.
The instant he touched her, her tongue shot into my mouth and an almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips. I moved my hand along the silky smoothness of her inner thighs, reaching her pleasure dome with trembling fingers. The faint aroma of her perfume mixed with the sweet smell of arousal as my fingers slid easily under her panties, soaked with her love juices.
My wife has always had the sweetest-tasting pussy. Tonight she was so hot that when I ran my fingers along her pussy seam, they were drenched as if dipped in a jar of honey. I moved my fingers lovingly to her mouth, where we both tongued the nectar from them. She then sucked them in her mouth like small cocks, draining every drop they had to offer.
I had never before seen her so utterly aroused. It was as if all the lust that her shyness had concealed all those years was being uncovered for this encounter. She offered no resistance as I slipped her shoulder straps off and pulled her dress down around her waist. Her full breasts bounced against my chest. Her nipples, as round and hard as pencil erasers, peered upward, pleading to be sucked.
And suck I did, first one and then the other. As I sucked those marvelous tits, I hooked my thumb in her panties, sliding them easily to her knees. I felt Albert’s hand take over, slipping her panties down and off her.
For Shannon, “the right time and place” was right here and right now. When she made no effort to close her legs, which were now spread wide, I knew she had surrendered completely to the moment. Albert had disrobed completely, and while I kissed her tits and tongued her ear, he leaned naked between her legs.
She pulled my face to hers and whispered, “Oh, honey! Honey! I love you so much. I’m so hot! So hot!”
“Yes, baby, yes,” I said. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
It was as if the whole event was scripted and Albert knew his part well. While Shannon and I kissed, her tongue told me of his progress. As he licked his way up her inner thighs, she nibbled on my lips. And when he reached her labia, she thrust her tongue in my mouth and her legs spread even wider. But when his mouth rested on her pussy lips and his darting tongue uncovered and vibrated her clit, she almost sucked my tongue from its roots.
With each new movement Shannon and I entered a higher level of excitement. To hold my lovely wife and watch her, in the throes of passion, arch her hips and thrust her cunt in the face of her handsome blond lover gave me an incredible rush.
On one such thrust, I unzipped her dress and removed it. Except for her stockings, my beautiful wife was now naked, with her legs spread wide and her pussy being sucked. She was still gripping my cock, and began stroking it at such a pace, I knew I would not last long. Reluctantly, I pulled away to prolong the feeling of being on the crest.
I quickly removed my clothes, but Shannon would not let go of me. She pulled me back to her, using both hands to help draw my prick in her mouth. As soon as I entered her, she came with a long, sweet moan and a shudder that tingled my cockhead. As if on cue, an unstoppable force welled up within me, and with a few quick thrusts I filled her mouth with come, which spilled from her lips and splashed down on her tits.
I had never known Shannon to be multiorgasmic, but that night was different. A new Shannon emerged—a released Shannon, a Shannon who would shed, for this one moment, all her shyness, all her inhibitions. After her first climax, instead of relaxing and bringing things to a slow halt, she was just beginning. She reached down and pulled Albert from between her legs up to her breasts. She raised one tit coated with my come and offered it to him. To my astonishment and delight, he sucked her glistening nipple in his mouth.
Shannon pulled me to her and kissed me. Her mouth was full of my come and her own love juices, heated to the boiling point. Albert cupped his hands around her tits and pushed them so close together that he could lick both nipples at once.
Although we had all lustfully passed the point of no return, no one was more eager to continue than Shannon. Still, she wanted me beside her. She guided my hand along her side, tracing her familiar soft outline and rounded hip,
covered now by Albert’s lean torso—their flat stomachs were pressed together. It felt indescribably sensuous as she slipped my hand between their bodies, over her neatly clipped pubic hair and down between her legs.
I was not prepared for what I felt next. Despite what I had seen of Albert in the picture, I had no idea how big he actually was. Shannon squeezed my fingers around his monster, then withdrew her hand to recapture my born-again boner. I am a straight heterosexual male, but the feeling of holding his cock, knowing I would be guiding it into my wife’s pussy, was almost too much to bear.
Shannon was so aroused, she was wet wherever I touched. I eased Albert’s cockhead up and rubbed it gently along her labial folds. At first I wondered how that monster could fit in her, but as soon as she felt the pressure of his cockhead, she pulled him to her, and he responded with a slow but steady stroke that buried his shaft completely in her.
I flattened my hand and spread my fingers, and Albert’s cock passed through them as they dove deep inside Shannon. Her pussy lips, forced wide apart, were awash in juice, and her clit vibrated like a tuning fork as it rubbed against the tip of my thumb. As the giant cock slid in her cunt, her moans became more pronounced. Finally, filled with his massive meat, she gasped uncontrollably, “Ooh, honey, he’s inside me! He’s fucking me so-o-o good!”
Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Albert’s hard-on slipped through my fingers and into my wife’s sopping pussy. Her involuntary reaction to his thrusts was to stroke my cock as hard as she was being stroked. Cradling her with one arm and feeling her being fucked by a man she hardly knew was the ultimate erotic high. Spurred on by the quickening pace and her passionate pleas, Albert fucked with even more intensity, causing Shannon to buck wildly. Sensing her coming climax, he quickened his pace to the limit.
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