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I'm
married to a beautiful unfaithful lying slut. And
how do I know she is an unfaithful slut? Because
I've seen her being unfaithful, the slut. Let me
tell you about it.
My wife, although very pretty, has always been a bit
overweight. I've never minded this for I like my
girls with a little meat on their bones. From a very
young age she had always had a yearning to be a
model but those few extra pound stopped her from
even trying. Ever since the first time I met her,
she has been on a constant diet, trying to loose a
few pounds, but those pounds just refused to come
off. Then, at the age of twenty-three she decided to
give it one last go and over the next six months or
so, she at last lost those extra pounds she had
always wanted to lose -- she lost 25lbs in all. Now
she looked bloody gorgeous but to my mind just a
little skinny.
I found out all about that day by accident really. I
was reading the evening paper when I realized that
there was a page missing. That's bloody funny I
thought, so I went looking for it. I looked
everywhere, the waste bins, under the cushions and
in the end I gave up. A few days later I found it
hidden in her bedside drawer. I also found she had
this advert circled:
'Amateur Models required, best fee paid'
'No experience necessary'
Beside the advert there was a time and a date
written on the paper, "2 o'clock, Wednesday the
12th." I stared at this for some time then I
put it back as I had found it. I wondered if she was
going to tell me about it before or after she had
been, or ever. As it happened I was scheduled to be
away on a business meeting on the 10th and 11th so
on a whim I put in for a day's leave and told Jean I
would be away for the three days. She seemed happy
enough and didn't query it.
My meeting went off ok but my mind wasn't really on
it. The next morning, the 12th, I left my hotel
early and drove down to the address given in the
advert. It was a large converted warehouse down in
the docks, and I found that the studio from the
board in the lobby was on the top floor. Luckily,
the apartment next door was empty so I broke in. It
wasn't difficult for security was pretty lax as
there was nothing there to steal. I started to look
around but at first I couldn't find any way to see
through into the next door apartment and I was
getting just a bit anxious for it was after midday
already. The attic was my last resort and I climbed
up into this vast empty space. The dividing wall was
very old and splintered and at last I found what I
was looking for. One of the boards was loose and I
could move it aside and at last I see into the next
door studio from a very good, high vantage point. I
lay down on those two hundred year old boards and
waited.
About 1 o'clock three guys entered and chatted and
laughed at each other while they set about putting
their equipment out. The main guy, the photographer,
I guessed was about forty, slightly chubby with long
graying hair. The other two were much younger, early
twenties or so. At 10 to 2 Jean arrived dressed
quite casually in jeans and a T-shirt although I
could see she looked very nervous. The older guy
greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and poured her
a glass of champagne. I got the impression that this
wasn't the first time they had met. Music started to
play in the background, which made it nigh on
impossible for me to hear any of their words.
They didn't seem to be in any hurry, just standing
around chatting and sipping their drinks, when I realized
that they had been waiting for the two assistants to
finish setting up. She downed her second glass and
then disappeared out of my sight below me, I guessed
rightly to get herself ready. She remerged a few
minutes later dressed in a stunning long gown, low
at the front and as she walked I could see her slim
legs through the slits in the side. I didn't like
the way the photographer touched her in a familiar
way as he posed her first this way and that; the big
studio flash heads firing off.
It was time for a change and again she re-emerged in
a new outfit, it was all quite boring until after
about an hour she at last she appeared dressed in a
small bikini. I had never seen Jean wearing a bikini
before, she had always maintained that she never had
the figure to wear one. Even now with her being
slimmer, her bountiful figure was almost falling out
of it. I could hear the sounds of his encouraging
words over the background music as her posed her
standing, sitting, kneeling and at last lying down.
Again I didn't like the way his hands were touching
her, her elbow, her hip as he moved her about. He
had finished with that set up and he pulled her
smoothly to her feet, he put his arm around her
waist and lightly kissed her on the lips.
When she re-emerged the next time she had retained
her bikini bottoms but discarded her top, instead
she was wearing a small white sun top that she had
left unbuttoned but she held the two sides together.
He obviously asked her to let the sides go and to
put her hands down and when she did her big 36D tits
popped out into view. I heard her giggle but she
didn't cover up as the flash heads fired. Again he
moved her about, exposing her tits to his camera
lens. When he was finished this time, he again put
his arm around her and kissed her on the lips and I
also noticed his free hand moved under her top and
give her tits a squeeze. As he pulled away from her
he pulled her top off and he threw it away leaving
her naked except for her bikini bottoms. Her arms
covered herself but again the flash heads fired. I
could hear his words of encouragement and at last
she dropped her arms and pushed her sizable tits out
towards him. This time when he kissed her, both of
his hand cupped her bust and the slut never pushed
him away.
It was break time and his two assistants changed the
backdrop and reloaded the cameras. She happily drank
another glass of bubbly with the photographer, her
tits still bare to his sight. She downed the last of
her drink and moved out of sight to re-emerge in
white shorts still leaving her tits bare. Slowly
these shorts were pulled down until she was
completely naked and she seemed more than happy to
expose herself that way.
This time when he kissed her, not only did he give
her tits a good squeeze he ran his hand between her
thighs and the slut opened her legs to help him. His
kisses now were not light but hot and she was
responding to him.
After a few minutes of this, they migrated to the
floor and he was working his hand between her legs
and the slut opened them wide for him. While his 2
assistants watched, he mounted her and started to
thrust into her with long hard stokes. Her body was
bucking under his onslaught until at last she came
with a loud grunt and was still. I could see his
rear end twitch as he pumped his spunk into her
still body. They lay there for some minutes then he
pulled out and zipped up. She continued to lay there
her body open for everyone to see. He moved his
camera closer and started taking pictures again,
then he called to one of his assistants who came
over to her, dropped his pants and mounted her.
Her legs opened more to accept her new lover and her
hips pushed back at his every thrust. The flash
heads were firing again recording each and every
act. When the photographer had captured enough of
the two of them he called for his second guy to join
the mêlée on the floor. Round and round they went
until both young guys had pumped their spunk inside
her mouth and cunt.
They had finished. She got up from the floor and
disappeared out of my sight. When she did re-emerge
she looked happy enough, she kissed each guy goodbye
and left. The three guys did a bit of tiding up like
rolling up the backdrop and putting the flash heads
away then they too left. I climbed down from my
perch, completely stiff from lying there for so
long. They hadn't locked the door so I walked
straight in to have a look around. Along the table
was a line of exposed film cassettes and my hand
hovered over them. I did a bit of mental
calculations and then pocketed the last 4 in the
line. I was about the leave when I had a thought; I
went to the camera still sitting there on its tripod
and smiled to myself, I had been right. I rewound
that last film and pocketed that cassette too. I
quickly left, locking the door behind me and drove
back to my hotel.
When I got home she was just the same as always, the
lying unfaithful slut. She said she had missed me
and couldn't wait to get me in bed. That night I
fucked her so hard I wouldn't have been surprised if
the bed had collapsed. I just hoped the slut was
still sore from fucking three guys to a standstill
that afternoon.
I'm still undecided what I'm going to do with the
slut, true I'm no longer going to trust her to keep
her legs closed but I do enjoy pumping my spunk into
her faithless sexy body. If I ever decide I want to
get rid of her I have all the material in need.
It took me a while but at last I found a local guy
to process the film for me. I insisted that I stayed
while he did them just in case he decided to make
some copies for himself. I didn't want any prints as
I could scan the color negative into my computer
directly. I had over 150 pictures, in all, of the
slut exposing her big tits and being well fucked on
the studio floor. I wonder what the photographer
said when he found his precious cassettes had gone
missing.
Story
by Jax
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