Testing Boundaries

I arranged a booking for a Thursday four weeks ahead. I asked for the full package, on a half day studio session which got us two photographers, three hours of studio time, exclusive use of the site, hair, makeup and costume for that time, a selection of toys and props and professional enhancement of up to twenty images. We also got to keep all the un-enhanced images. They also provided non-alcoholic drinks throughout the booking.

A week before the appointment I had another call from Charlotte from the studio remining me I hadn’t sent in our blood test results or choices of additional models, the blood tests I’d arranged through work and were scheduled for the Wednesday so we could take them down with us.

Charlotte from the studio was happy enough with that but pushed me on the additional models.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean by additional models?” I asked. I was in the car again, as I had been when I made the booking and was negotiating a difficult junction so found talking a distraction.

What she said next had me looking for a layby to pull over and concentrate.

“You booked the full session luxury package, that comes with two additional models to enhance your erotic enjoyment and help provide a portfolio of memories to keep with you forever.”

I know she was reading from a script, but I doubt if her script prepared her for the shriek I gave as her bombshells landed.

I cut across two lanes of traffic, angry car horns blasting behind me as I screeched into a layby packed with delivery vans, sales reps in Ford Mondeos and an Army Land Rover. I picked up my iPhone and switched off the Bluetooth connection to my car, I didn’t want this conversation on loudspeaker. On second thoughts, and with memories of the changing rooms at Secret Rendezvous giving me a naughty tingle inside I reactivated it, undoing a couple of buttons as I waited for the connection to liven up again. I was slightly disappointed I was wearing a neutral-coloured practical bra, not a Sex Goddess special, but I could still feel a thrill as I pulled my blouse open to reveal the top of my boobs.

“Can you go over that again please” I asked.

Charlotte from the studio read out her script, confirming that we had opted to include two models, typically one male one female but we could have two males, if we wanted two females there would be an additional two hundred and ninety pounds to pay. She had emailed me a link to the models’ page on their website, did I receive it?

I had, as part of the whole package of documents I’d received but as I’d paid, and as it was booked, we hadn’t looked beyond the confirmation of booking dates. I know, and I work in IT. I should know better.

“Can you resend the link? I need to talk to my husband about this.”

I heard Charlotte from the studio typing away and almost immediately my phone pinged as the email arrived. I pulled my laptop out from my rucksack on the seat next to me and fired up the 4G browser, the email was there as well. I clicked on the link and had a quick scoot through the first couple of pages of models.

The two squaddies from the Land Rover had noticed my boobs through the windscreen and were sidling closer. I upped the stakes for them.

“So, Charlotte, I was expecting a photo shoot for me and my husband where we could pose in a number of sexual encounters, am I right?”

She confirmed that was the general idea.

Soldier 1 & soldier 2 had heard the exchange and were moving slowly closer. My car’s a Japanese two-seater and quite low down so with the roof up they couldn’t see what I looked like, all they could see was my chest, which seemed to be keeping them entertained so far.

“So, looking at these models am I right in assuming that the notes say what they will do for us?”

I got another confirmation.

“So, for example, Dominique here says, F-F, M-F, M-F-F, M-M-F. That means she’ll take part in sex with me, or my husband or both of us at once, or two men together?” I was speaking loudly enough that the soldiers could pick up what was going on but still turned up the volume via the steering wheel so the guys outside could hear more clearly.

Charlotte from the studio confirmed that was all correct and I got a warm tingle in my pussy as the two uniforms edged closer.

“Good, that’s what we were after. I’ve never tried it with a girl, and this is going to be my opportunity. I’ll speak to my husband and call you back tomorrow.” I disconnected the phone and reached up to unsnap the roof clips then pressed the button to make it roll back into its recess.

Two open mouthed soldiers were staring in through the space where my roof used to be. Soldiers is generous, boys in uniform really, they couldn’t have been much more than nineteen and seemed to have lost the power of speech.

“Morning boys” I called out with a sultry smile and a heave of my boobs. I started the car and pulled back out into the flowing traffic.

That evening I sat Jonny down with a large gin and told him what we’d booked. He appeared as shocked as I had been.

We had a brief discussion that went along the lines of “”Did you know about this?” “No, I don’t think we … do we?” “Well, it’s seven hundred and fifty quid and we can’t get it back.”

I fired up the browser on the 85-inch monster TV and we flicked through model selection folders, noting what each would do which ranged from topless or implied nudity all the way to multi partner sex, commenting occasionally.

I paused to give him a rundown of my teasing the squaddies that morning, which he told me was cruel, but I’d probably made their week. I then told him about my exploits in the Secret Rendezvous changing room a few weeks earlier and he nearly got too distracted to continue. I promised we could go shopping together sometime soon and got his mind back on the subject of the moment.

We went back to the screen and decided that as we’d paid, we may as well get a couple in, worst case they could make the tea or pose in the background.

I chose the girl, and he chose the young man. I went for Dominique as she’d taken my eye at the start, she was 5 feet five inches tall, described as ‘Mediterranean’ with long dark hair, boobs a bit smaller than mine and a shaved pussy. I thought Jonny would like to have her around, she was very pretty and while her boobs were smaller than mine, they were nicely shaped and well proportioned. Her bio said she was twenty-four, which I secretly thought was about four years younger than the truth.

Jonny chose a sporty looking young man named Jacob, six feet three so four inches taller than Jonny, he was leanly muscular with what looked to be a substantial penis. I guessed that was what the 8 meant in his statistics grid. He had blond hair on his head but none anywhere else on his body, blue eyes and a friendly smile. He was even available for man-on-man oral encounters, but as Jonny wasn’t that wasn’t going to be a necessity. I wasn’t planning on either of us playing with Dominique either, despite what I’d said to Charlotte from the studio, it really was for the soldiers’ benefit. To be honest I wasn’t planning on playing with anyone apart from Jonny, we’d only booked the two models because we’d inadvertently paid for them up front.

I emailed our choices off and shut down the browser.

“Jonny, love” I curled into his side with my head on his shoulder, “Is this a mistake?”

He’d been having similar concerns, getting naked in front of strangers and posing in sex acts was quite a scary prospect for us both. Doing it at home in the living room with our own camera was one thing. A live studio with other people around was another.

“If it’s too scary we’ll run away, sell the house, change our names, and never talk about it again” he assured me. Knowing he had a fully formulated course of action if we changed our mind made me feel a lot more secure. I kissed him and told him I was proud he was such a forward-thinking tactician.

The following Thursday at 9am we walked in through the front door of an anonymous looking industrial unit on its own at the end of a farm track. Our first hour was taken up with signing things, deciding on settings and choosing lunch. At the end of the paperwork, we were introduced to the photographer and her assistant. Gretchen and Lily, both would be taking pictures, but Gretchen was the main coordinator.

Gretchen was the older by about twenty years, looking to be early fifties, with long greying hair. She was wearing a floral print spaghetti strapped dress with a long-sleeved black T shirt underneath and burgundy Doc Marten boots. Lily was in jeans, trainers and a tight black T Shirt with a picture of Debbie Harry on the front.

After all that we were separated, I was taken away to get my hair and makeup done, including an all over spray tan. While I was in the makeup chair another girl came and sat next to me. She spoke first, with a gentle Welsh accent. “Oh hello, I’m Janet. We haven’t met, have we? Do you know who else Is on the shoot, I just got a message to be here.”

I told her I was Louise and she’d be on set with Jacob and Jonny, and me.

“Is Louise your real name or your work name, I’m Dominique professionally. I know Jacob, I think his real name’s Patrick. I’ve worked with him before, don’t know Jonny though. Have you worked with either of them?”

I confirmed Louise was my real name and that I knew Jonny but not Jacob/Patrick.

“Well, you’ve got a treat in store, Jacob is only twenty-two, but he knows what he’s doing with that eight-inch monster of his. What’s Jonny like?”

I was warming to Janet; she was friendly and open, with no falseness about her.

“Jonny’s my husband, I don’t think you’ll be working with him. Or me for that matter.” I explained the confusion over bookings and additional models, she laughed and said thanks for booking her anyway. Four hundred quid for just turning up suited her, and Jacob would be thankful for the two hundred.

I was surprised but pleased at the pay disparity. Score one for Girl Power I thought.

Gretchen took me to the first studio, I was in a black and red leather corset, laced down the front with a gap showing most of my boobs, a black leather look thong and black hold up stockings. I also had black four-inch heels, which made me stagger a bit to start but practicing walking up and down the changing area in front of Janet and the wardrobe girl (Hayley I think) gave me a bit of confidence and helped break the ice. The makeup girl gave me a lot more eyeliner than I’d normally wear with lipstick to match the bed covers, and long hair extensions. Checking the mirror, I looked great. Better than great, hot and sexy.

Dominique was dressed in an almost identical outfit, but her corset was blue and black. She had no problem with the heels but explained she spent a lot of her working life in them.

Lily took both me and Dominique for a ten-minute shoot together, posing together but separately, facing each other, or the camera in identical positions. By the end of the ten minutes, I was comfortable being with her, touching each other and on one occasion holding our lips millimetres apart, open mouthed as if we were going in for a passionate kiss, then she posed me on my own for ten minutes, each pose hinting at a display of promises to come.

We built up from fully clothed, as far as I was fully clothed, until I ended up naked, lying on my front looking into the camera, then flat on my back looking up as if into the sky. She really set me at ease, being on my own for the first session got me used to the camera and helped reduce my self-consciousness.

Eventually Lily brought the boys out to join me, and called Janet, no, now she was working she called Dominique over. Jonny was in black tie, a tall younger blond man in Naval Whites followed him. I assumed he was Jacob. At that point I didn’t care, they both looked magnificently hot.

Introductions were made, looking back it was slightly surreal, hello Jacob I’m Louise, I’ll be getting naked with you shortly. He had a gentle Bristol accent, not full on ‘alright moi luvver’ but you could tell where he grew up.

I was placed hanging off Jonny’s shoulder, sideways on as he looked directly at the camera. Gretchen handed him a replica pistol in a Bond style vibe. Dominique took up the same pose on Jacob, he was given a ceremonial sword. They took a load of shots of both couples, then got us to swap over for a second set.

I was kneeling on Jacob’s left side, my left hand holding his belt buckle when Gretchen told me to strip off my corset. Dominique was doing the same on Jonny’s right-hand side. I got a small stir of excitement getting semi naked in front of a strange man, despite me paying him for the privilege of having my boobs pushed against his thigh. Lily was directing at this stage and told me to reach up and unzip his fly, I felt a bit uncomfortable but did it anyway. Next instruction was to reach in and get his cock out. I gritted my teeth and pushed my hand in through the open zipper and pulled it out as if I’d been stung.

“Oh my god he’s got a stiffy.” I shrieked.

“Yeah, that’s sort of the idea,” Lily snapped.

I looked across at Jonny. He was looking almost as uncomfortable as me, Dominique had her hand in a firm grip around his penis, which was also standing proudly to attention.

Gretchen was getting annoyed by all this and put her camera down, turned and walked out of the studio. Returning a moment later with a realistic looking dildo and a large bread roll.

Walking over to Jonny she split the roll open and handed it to him, then walked over to me and handed me the dildo.

“Right, here is the facts. WE only have limited time this morning. You have two props in your hands. Jonny, put your dick in the roll……. PUT YOUR DICK IN THE ROLL.” She shouted the second instruction when he hesitated. Without questioning further, he laid as much of his now limp penis in the roll as he could fit and closed it around himself.

“Good. Stay there. You,” she pointed at me, “Put the dildo in your mouth. All the way. Don’t worry it is clean.”

Not wanting to get shouted at further I did as I was told, puzzled at what she was up to, but amused at the surreal situation. I mimed taking a picture at Lily who snapped three of each of us.

Gretchen was in full German command mode and stood in front of us with her hands on her hips.

“So, you have your dick in a roll and you have a rubber dick in your mouth. These are props, you have no connection with them, they are just props. You must think of these two beautiful people as props. You are not here to make a connection, you are here to make nice pictures, now you either work with them or I will send them home. Do you understand?”

Chastened we said yes, we understood, and we would try to work with them.

“Good, let’s get the ice broken. Dominique, suck his cock for two minutes while we watch. Time starts now.”

I threw a nervous but encouraging look at Jonny, he looked worried to start but took my look as permission to react positively and started smiling as Dominique licked around the head of his penis before sinking her lips down until they reached the fabric of his trousers. She slid her mouth up and down, working her tongue around the bottom as she pulled back, sliding the head in and out on short jerky moments, looking up into Jonny’s eyes all the while.

Gretchen looked at her watch, “OK, times up.” Dominique stopped, tucked him away and zipped him up again. Then with my stomach dropping I realised what was about to happen, Gretchen turned and pointed at me. “Now you. Two minutes, start now. Or do I send these two home?”

I looked over at Jonny, he was watching intently, I raised a questioning eyebrow, he gave an imperceptible shrug and turned to Gretchen.

“Can you give us a minute or two? We’ll be right back.”

Grabbing my hand, he led me out to a small kitchen area across from the studio and leaned back against the work surface with his hand on my waist.

“What do you think, can you think of them as props? How did you feel when Dominique was sucking me?”

I tried to reflect on my feelings from a few minutes ago.

“I thought I’d find it all sexier, and that I’d be more turned on. As it is it just seems so…I don’t know…clinical? I don’t see it as a threat, we’ll never see them again and they are only doing it because we’ve hired them so I don’t think it’s a deal breaker like it would be if you met someone in a bar and it happened, likewise there’s no emotional involvement for me so … you know…”

I faltered a bit. “It’s just, you know, I’m the one with a strange dick in my mouth.” He paused for a few moments then laughed at me. I was about to spit in his eye and tell him the shoot was all over, and I was going home, when he pushed me slightly to one side so he could get out and walked back into the studio.

He paused in the door and looked back at me, “Come on. Just props. That’s all.”

He was not making things any better, if I hadn’t been half naked, I’d have been out of the door and gone. I followed him back into the studio getting there in time to see him muttering something to Jacob, Gretchen and Lily.

I stood in the doorway, fuming with a simmering anger. As I walked in Jacob dropped his trousers and underpants and everyone stood round him in a semi-circle waiting for me, which was doing absolutely nothing for my mood. Jacob had what even in my foul mood I could see was an impressive erection, the veins stood out like ropes and the head looked like a small plum. I did find my mood wavering, however seeing Jonny standing with one foot crossed over the other leaning nonchalantly on the half-naked man’s shoulder soon brought it back.

“So, come on Lou, it’s just a prop. Come on, kneel here.” He pointed at the ground next to him. If I’d had a convenient knife, I’d now be facing murder charges, lucky for us both I didn’t.

Suddenly I was laughing, doubled over with amazement.

My wonderfully secure and incredible husband had dropped to his knees and grabbed Jacob’s cock by the base, with his eyes locked on mine and his mouth open wide he shoved that hot red head as far in as he could. I fell to my knees behind him and threw my arms around him, mashing my breasts hard into his back.

I nibbled on his ear whispering how much I loved him and how hot I thought he was.

He didn’t do the full two minutes, mainly because in a first, and last, for us I took over sucking on the cock from him. For a first cock to suck he chose a good one, it was long but not too fat, so it fitted in comfortably. I ran my lips along the shaft, holding him just outside my mouth and licking around the ridge, then going back to sink it fully in, trying to smile as I worked. Jonny knelt behind me kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. I was almost disappointed when Gretchen called time.

We stood up to applause and laughter from everyone, my first move was to grab Jonny and kiss him passionately. Breaking away I said, “Just a prop,” and kissed him again. “What made you do that then?”

He smiled, “I could see you were worried about getting intimate with Jacob and that you had concerns it was more than just a prop. I thought if I showed you how little concern I had it might help. Did it?”

I kissed him again. “Yes. It was quite hot seeing how far you’d go for me. Actually, VERY hot.”

I turned to Gretchen, “I think we’re happy to work with Domi and Jacob. Shall we get back to it?”

We got back into position and carried on with the shoot. We started with Dominique and me taking the boys cocks out and getting some shots of us giving them a blowjob, except it wasn’t a blowjob, we were just holding a pose, getting the shot and moving on to the next one. We did a couple where I had both men, one where I held both cock heads on my lips, open mouthed, a couple where I alternated between the two and a couple where I had them buried as far down my throat as possible.

Gretchen gave us a five-minute break while she got the makeup girl to come and paint what looked like the biggest shot of cum in the world across my boobs, then she got the boys to stand naked in front of me at a three-quarter angle with their backs arched and a grimace as if mid orgasm.

She then got Dominique to lick some off me, she seemed to take more time than was necessary on my nipples. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice, I mean I’m not gay or bi or anything, it’s just she seemed to take a while, but it was nice. She dabbed some on her finger for me to try. Aniseed, much tastier than the real thing. Did I mention it was nice?

While I was getting wiped down properly and Dominique and I were getting our makeup touched up a couple of blokes in tight black T shirts dragged in a big bed with a scarlet silky cover. We had our outfits back on, but the boys were naked. I sort of liked the dynamic and feeling of control it gave me, even though our boobs were exposed.

This set didn’t have a narrative, it was just a series of images mainly of my pussy and boobs and Jonny’s penis in close up, sometimes the two of us together, sometimes with one or both of our models. I still found it all a bit like work and less sexy, although being watched by Jonny as Dominique licked on my clit and pussy was an interesting moment. I enjoyed having Jacob slip into me from behind as I knelt with my husband’s cock in my mouth and at one point when I wasn’t giving Lily what she wanted from the pose she told Jacob “Fuck her vigorously for a minute, I want her looking more into it.” which proved to me Dominique had been telling the absolute truth, he did know what he was doing with his eight inch monster. And it was nice.

Lily was leading the final shot and got us kneeling on the bed, side by side with our bums in the air facing her. The two boys were behind us; Gretchen was off to one side where they could see her, but we couldn’t. I guessed what was going to happen which didn’t make the surprise any less. Presumably on a signal from Gretchen we were suddenly filled from behind with a couple of stiff cocks, pushed in with a firm shove, eliciting a wide-eyed look of surprise on us both, which was the look Lily wanted.

She told us to stay where we were while they prepared for the next scene. I pushed backwards for a nice, filled stretch, needing no encouragement he started gently pumping into me. Dominique turned her head and asked, “Without looking, which one you got?” and gave a little squeak as whichever one she had pushed a bit harder.

I had assumed it was Jonny, but now I concentrated, did it feel the same as usual? I rocked backwards again; I could feel him all the way inside but couldn’t feel his balls on me. Jacob was a few inches longer than Jonny, but not as wide so it could be, I pushed back again. A hand came down between my legs and caressed my clit. That wasn’t one of Jonny’s moves. There was also a finger teasing my bum, another not Jonny move.

“Is that you Jacob?” I asked, “because if it is, are we allowed to play with the props between takes?”

A gentle Brizzle voice let me know that he was just being professional and making sure he maintained his readiness to perform, and he’d given Jonny some coaching who was doing the same thing with Janet, sorry Dominique and was it alright?

I could feel a strong tingle building up inside me, I dropped my elbows slightly so I could rub my nipples on the bed cover.

“Mmmmm Yes, it’s fine”

Before things could get too interesting Gretchen told us to come over to the next studio. I gave a disappointed moan, “Oh, can’t we wait a bit?”

Ooops. Wrong thing to say.

“No. Come here, now. We have a tight schedule to do everything you want today, as it is I need to ask you to cut lunch down to twenty minutes, we don’t have time for you to waste playing.”

Chastened, but still horny, I felt Jacob withdraw and climb off the bed, I rolled to my right and followed him, Dominique and Jonny came along behind me.

Lily and Gretchen were in a small room, entirely painted in bright green, the room, not them obviously. Jonny and I had a series of pictures taken holding champagne glasses, dancing, and laughing together in a range of outfit from Suit and a three-quarter length pencil skirt, white blouse, heels and black rimmed glasses to thong, suspenders, stockings and four-inch heels for me and a sailor hat for Jonny.

We only had thirty minutes left after that and moved into the final studio set, Gretchen took the lead again. “Ok, last shoot of the day. This time I will not direct, you just do what you think. Louise and Jonny, you run the show, Dominique and Jacob, do what you are asked. Lily and I will be on hand with the cameras. Barry and Mark are here to move anything or bring you anything from the accessories store. So, let’s Go.”

I was a bit hesitant where to go with that, Jonny seemed to be in the same place. I had a swift whispered conference with Dominique and suddenly I had some ideas. Went to wardrobe and goy dressed in check shirts, denim shorts, cowboy hats and boots.

Back on set I helped myself to a long loop of rope hanging from the nearest hook, it was soft and velvety, so I probably wasn’t the first person with this idea; I took Jonny by the hand, looping one end round his wrist and led him to a wooden upright in the middle of the set, passing the rope behind it and through a metal loop I pulled it moderately tight and looped around his other wrist. Then I passed it around the front a couple of times, after three times around I tied it off at the back and walked round to face him and put an arm around Dominique kissing her on the lips. Gretchen was calling out her approval of our improv work.

We called Jacob in and sat him on a hay bale, Dominique grabbed a second rope and we trussed him around the bale, undid our tops and peeled off his trousers. On his request we got Barry to bring us a blanket for him to sit on, straw’s quite spiky on your bum so I know where he was coming from.

Once comfort was arranged we went back to peeling off his trousers and I looked into Jonny’s eyes as I sank my mouth down over Jacob’s cock, sucking hard so my cheeks sank in, I opened my jaw wide and pushed him into the side of my mouth, so it showed swollen on my face. After a series of pictures, I took him out and held him between my boobs, he was long enough to poke out of the top so I could the tip back in my mouth. I alternated between throwing my head back and bobbing the head in between my lips. Finally, I called for a second hay bale to be moved at right angles to the one Jacob was sitting on, so it made an L shape. I peeled off my shorts, putting the boots back on, stepped up so one foot was on the new bale and the other on the ground and with Jacob supporting me I lowered myself down so Jonny got a perfect view of me being impaled by an eight-inch meat dagger. I sank down until I was sitting with as much inside me as was going to go then raised up and dropped four or five times, slowly, relishing the different feeling, until my thighs started to shake and I collapsed down, sitting straddled over Jacob’s tight, muscular thighs.

Jonny’s face was an absolute picture of desire and love, he was about as excited as I’d ever seen him and if I didn’t get him a go soon he was going to explode. I nodded to Dominique, who’d left the set and was standing fully dressed behind Gretchen, she gave a thumbs up, took everything off except her boots and hat and walked up to my trussed-up husband. Kissing him she unzipped his trousers to pull out his thickening penis, dropping to her knees she helped him to grow with her mouth then undid his belt and pulled. There was a brief pause while he was untied to get rid of his clothes then Mark and Lily retied the rope around a now naked Jonny.

He’d lost his erection again, so I reluctantly hauled myself off Jacob and joined Dominique in bringing him back to tumescence. We rubbed him between our parted lips, taking turns to lick around the head and sink it into our mouths. I took the chance to stand and kiss him long and deep, breaking to whisper how much I loved him, he returned the thought telling me how sexy I’d looked fucking Jacob. I kissed him again, all the while Dominique had been driving him deep into her throat and pulling right out. leaving strings of saliva between his cock and her mouth. As she took him in again with a deep moan of enjoyment I stepped away and asked her if she was about to fuck him because if she wasn’t I would.

She stood up and with a smile said, “Watch this,” pointing to Lily, indicating I should go and stand next to her.

In a move that would have me collapsed in a heap on the floor, she stood in front of him with her right hand on his left shoulder and with a swing and a grunt lifted her right leg up so her ankle was touching his shoulder with her toes pointing at the ceiling and her left foot flat on the floor. She took her left hand and grabbed the shaft of his swollen penis, rubbing the tip across her clit before leaning in and pushing him deep into her wet pink pussy. He looked amazed, to be fair we all looked amazed apart from Dominique who had a look of lust on her face as she flexed her body slipping him in and out.

It was an incredible sight; you could see her stretch on each movement. She took his right hand and sucked on his fingers, wetting them and moving them down to caress her swollen clit.

Lily shouted, “Don’t make him cum, we don’t want him to cum yet.” Dominique gave a thumbs up, and asked “what about me?” Gretchen called back, “You, no problem, you can cum if you wish.” then pointed, “You, go and lick her pussy.”

Me? I thought, Me? I’ve never done, I’m not, I don’t know…I glanced at the German photographer, she had her camera ready and pointed at me again, then at the couple in front of us. Knowing I wasn’t brave enough to argue I knelt down, moved my head as close as I could, listened for the “Ja, good there” and nervously licked. She tasted of lemon. That wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. Must be the lube we’d both been loaded up with. No one told me it tasted of lemon. I slipped a couple of fingers onto my own clit and wow, did that feel good, I was more swollen than I could ever remember. I licked my own fingers, yep. Lemon. Nice. I dived back, my tongue working hard as Jonny’s cock sat still almost touching my nose as she pulsed in and out along his length.

A frenzied moan came from the girl above me, followed by a gasp as she came on my husband’s cock and my tongue, and that’s not a sentence I thought I’d ever use.

Gretchen gave her a minute or two to recover then gathered us all together, pointing at her watch.

“The studio time finishes in ten minutes, we go back into the bedroom studio for the two boys cumshot. You,” she pointed at Dominique, “You can go, we are done with you now. You, she pointed at Jonny and Jacob, “I need you to cum in five minutes. You,” she pointed at me, “You need to go to makeup for reapply some. OK. Go. Five minutes, maybe ten we stop.”

I had a short sit down in the makeup chair, Hayley touched up my lippy and eyeliner, gave me a dust over with powder to kill the shine and rubbed something into my nipples to make them show up better. In a couple of minutes I was done, dressed in a plain cotton wrap and back on set. Hayley followed me with a pack of wet-wipes and a towel.

Jacob and Jonny were sitting on the bed, Jonny was sitting with an erection gripped in his right fist, rubbing it slowly. Dominique was kneeling between Jacob’s knees wearing just her thong and a pair of heels, her lips clamped round the shaft of his swollen cock, running her head up and down in a smooth action, as I watched she ran her tongue around the ridge beneath the hot red tip.

“Hi Jonny love, what have I missed?”

He explained that Dominique was helping Jacob get ready.

I don’t really know what was going on in my head, it may have been the events of the day blurring my grip on normality or it may have been a desire to prove there was nothing Dominique could do that I couldn’t or I may just have been supremely horny but I blurted out “Oh, Ok, I’ll do the same for you if you like” and went to kneel between his legs.

As I bent down the now familiar sound of Gretchen’s German accent cut through. “No. You have just had your makeup fixed for the final shots. Not you.”

I stopped, mid crouch. “Sorry babe, I’m not risking the wrath of Gretchen.”

Dominique paused for a moment and looked up at me. “Very wise” she agreed, then looking at Jacob she asked, “Are you close?” He confirmed he was. She turned back to me, “It’s not part of the shoot but d’you mind if I help Jonny? Just so we can all go home on time?”

With a shake of my head at the strangeness of it all I said that yes, it was fine by me if it was fine by him. Spoiler alert, it was fine by him. I pulled my wrap slightly tighter around myself and sat down next to my husband to watch as she placed her lips on the red tip, opened them slowly and pushed her head down the shaft of his stiff cock. Watching another woman giving my husband a blowjob was a surprisingly sensual experience, I wanted to kiss him but was worried Gretchen would tell me off again, so I had to satisfy myself with putting an arm around his waist.

Looking across I could see Jacob was gripping himself hard, rubbing slowly up and down. I stood, opened my wrap and dropped it on the bed, then walked round behind the kneeling woman to stand in front of him where in a mirror of the event that kicked this all off, he looked at me in a thong and heels and masturbated slowly.

An urgent call of “Getting close” from Jonny prompted Gretchen to get me kneeling on the floor with a black background behind me, Jacob on my right and Jonny on my left, both gripping their cocks and aiming at my boobs. Kneeling, watching two attractive men watching me with lust in their eyes while they masturbated hard, their fists a rapid blur in their groins was one of the most empowering moments of my life. I felt like the centre of the universe, I was the centre of their universe. I slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy, I was on fire, I was about to howl the place down as I orgasmed.

Jonny shot first, a pent-up load from the day’s build-up, moments later Jacob did the same. Between them they shot me with a white sticky spray that plastered my chest like a hose, two hoses. Gretchen was snapping away, I had two fingers buried up to my knuckles in my pussy, squeezing hard against my clit. I finally gave in to the pressure of the day and let out a guttural bark of delight as I found myself cumming like a tidal wave, it seemed to go on for ever, lights went off in my head and somewhere a brass band was playing the Thunderbirds theme.

Gretchen and Lily thanked us for our work, Hayley passed me some wet wipes and the towel, Jonny helped me onto my feet, and we all got dressed. We thanked Jacob and Dominique who went back to being Patrick and Janet, Charlotte from the studio promised to have a draft of the delete, maybe, keep list ready within a week and fifteen minutes after a shattering orgasm I was sitting in the driving seat of my MX-5 taking the A46 north towards home.

It should be a two-hour journey home from the studio; including a thirty-minute stop for lunch on the way it took me two hours and five minutes, I was not hanging around. Jonny and I were silent for the first ten minutes then burst out in a torrent of excitement. We’d both loved the shoot, I think I’d enjoyed the variety of experiencing a different lover more than he did, he seemed to have enjoyed seeing me with Jacob more than I had him with Dominique. Either way we both couldn’t wait to get home and reclaim our partners bodies for our own.

We burst in through the back door and into the kitchen, I was pushed up against the worksurface with Jonny’s tongue in my mouth. We tangled ourselves in each other’s arms as I tried to get into his trousers and he tried to get my top off, eventually compromising and undressing ourselves. I sat up on the work top and pushed down on his head until he got the idea and attacked my clit with his lips, sucking hard he pulled it into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. “Lemons” he said then shut up as I pulled on the back of his head, driving him back to work.

I felt his tongue penetrate my pussy, pushing past my lips and into the sticky lemony wetness, and by Christ was I wet, my thighs were glistening with moisture where he’d rubbed the excess off his face.

I was getting close, very close. I think he could tell because he stood up and in a swift move drove his cock deep into me. I had to lean back slightly to get the angle right, holding myself steady round his neck. The harsh pounding into me was driving me wild, each thrust made my boobs bounce on my chest, I tried to kiss him, but the angle was wrong, I had to satisfy myself with telling him I loved him, and he was the only person I loved, and I wanted him to FUCK MEEEEEE and in a wet mess I was cumming and cumming again.

I let go of his neck and slumped back, waving one hand in a “Enough for now” move, Jonny speaks Louise sign language so slowed right down, just making gentle movements in and out.

With a gasp and a smile, I asked if he was just being professional and keeping ready to go, which got me a laugh back and confirmation that he’d picked up a trick or two. I threw my arms round his neck and sent my tongue for a wander round the inside of his mouth then pushed on his chest making him step back so his cock plopped out of me. I jumped down and pushed again sending him slowly backwards towards the kitchen table. I reached behind him and pulled a chair out, flopping him into it I knelt between his knees and with a smile and a laugh engulfed him in my mouth.

The lemony taste was still strong, not unpleasantly so but enough to make my mouth produce more saliva than normal and I started dribbling over my fist as I twisted it on the base of his cock. I bit gently on the tight red flesh on the tip, licking around the edge and under the ridge before dropping my lips down and softly rocking them up and down. I was rewarded with a deep moan and a twitching in his thighs, he was close, very close. I paused and looked into his eyes.

“I want you in my mouth, I want to own your cum, will you do that for me?” I knew he’d like that, all I got in response was a fervent nodding and a strangulated “nnyyeeaaahgghh”

I was just in time, pushing him back in so the head sat on the back of my tongue. There was a distinct swelling followed by a twitch and a surge as a salty jet hit the back of my mouth, a couple more followed as he grunted a few times. I carried on sucking on him as he slowly shrank back to a marshmallow sausage. Sitting back on my haunches I smiled with satisfaction, Jonny had an even bigger smile. Looking down he said “that was nice”

I told him it was supposed to be and to get me a drink from the fridge to wash away the taste, which he passed to me on his way to jump in the shower.

I stood naked in the kitchen drinking my Pepsi gathering up the discarded clothing, I put my thong back on and was about to get dressed again when the shower started up reminding me I had only wiped myself down with wet wipes after the photoshoot and could probably do with some soap and water as well. I folded the armful of clothes and put them on the kitchen table when there was a knock and the sound of the back door opening. I turned round in surprise to be faced with Tim Cherry, the Paramedic whose work porn habit I had uncovered in an antivirus check.

With a shocked shriek I crossed my arms over my breasts, hoping he’d have a shred of decency and at least turn around or better still fuck off out of my kitchen entirely, instead he stared with a lascivious grin and commented “You didn’t need to dress up on my account.”