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Model Wife (MMF, wife, slut)
by Wylie Cyeote


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My wife loves posing for my camera and we have taken some very daring
shots, but she never envisaged doing so for anyone else, although her
figure is good enough.
A colleague from work, who is also a keen photographer, complained to
me that he was finding it hard to find a model. Without thinking about
what I was saying, I said that my wife would love to pose for him and
I showed him some of the tamer photos I had taken of her. He was very
impressed and asked me to arrange it.
When I told Rosie what I'd done she was cross, but I flattered her and
talked her round to at least try it. She was very nervous and she had
had three rum and cokes before we got to Peter's flat. Peter is a very
smooth talker and he soon put Rosie at her ease. The generous measures
of gin and tonics also helped.
He started by taking portraits. By the glazed look in her eyes I
realised that Rosie was tiddly and I suggested that she take her dress
off and pose in her undies.
To my amazement she agreed and I helped her take off her dress.
Beneath she was wearing a suspender belt, black stockings and the sexy
underwear I'd bought her for her birthday. The bra consistes of straps
holding together two small triangles of material that barely cover the
nipples. As my wife has rather large, firm breasts, it made them look
more naked than if they had been.
The knickers consist of a triangle of material covering her mound but
leaves her bottom completely exposed. Her rather profuse pubic hair
could not be contained and it lined the triangle.
Peter's eyes glistened as he surveyed the delectable sight in front of
his camera. He took a couple of rolls and then asked me to pose with
her. Watching her posing for another man had made me so randy that I
jumped at the chance and moved behind her.
My cock was as hard as a rock and I pressed it in between her bare
buttocks. She responded by pushing her bottom back so that my cock was
trapped between her cheeks. For a moment, forgetting where I was, I
cupped her heavy breasts and nipped the nipples between my fingers. A
bright flash reminded me that we weren't alone.
Rosie had closed her eyes and she was resting her head against my
shoulders. She was breathing heavily and I could see she was very
aroused. Holding my breath, I quickly undid her bra and took it off.
She did nothing to stop me. I cupped her bare breasts and shaped them
for the camera. Peter shot away as I tweaked the nipples into
hardness. Then I undid the thong holding her panties together and it
slipped down her legs, exposing her pussy to his eager gaze. Again,
she didn't stop me, not even when I peeled her pussy lips back to
expose the inner folds to the camera.
Peter knelt in front of her and took close-ups of my fingers pinching
her clit. She was moaning and gasping and her bottom was squirming
constantly against my erection.
Peter had to reload the camera and I took the opportunity to go for a
pee. When I came back, I came to a dead stop and stood at the door
with bulging eyes. My wife was stretched out on a table with her legs
wide apart and, between her legs stood Peter, easing a colossal prick
into her exposed cunt!
Before I could do anything to stop him, he buried the entire length of
his rigid cock inside her. She moaned, gasped and raised her legs so
that her heels rested on his shoulders. Her eyes were closed but by
the expression on her face I realised that she was loving being taken
by another man.
He grabbed a breast in each hand and used them as handholds to shuttle
her back and forth on his cock. Although jealous, I was also very
excited and I approached her. She turned her head, opened her eyes and
smiled at me lovingly. She raised her arms and pulled me down to her.
We kissed, our tongues mingling together as Peter continued to fuck
her cunt.
I could tell that she was climaxing, her body shuddered and writhed as
she sucked wildly on my tongue. Her nails clawed at my back and she
almost suffocated me with the intensity of her kiss. Only when she'd
finally released me did I realise that Peter had spunked inside her
cunt.
I was so randy by the sight of her open cunt, filled with his spunk,
that I whipped off my trousers and rammed my cock into her slippery
pussy. My cock went all the way in, in one stroke, as her cunt was so
slack and so very wet. Peter's spunk dribbled onto my balls as I
fucked her as hard as I could. It only lasted a few moments before she
was climaxing again as she received my spermy donation.
I rolled off her, panting, my limp cock dangling. I went to get a
towel to clean us up and when I came back I discovered that Rosie was
kneeling on the settee with her arse up in the air and that Peter was
ramming his dick into her pussy from behind. Loud squishy sounds
accompanied his strokings. I could see trickles of spunk running down
her legs, his and mine.
I picked up the camera and started taking photos of them fucking. It
was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced and I urged him to
change position. He did, many times, and I took a load of photos of
her being fucked from different angles.
By the time he squirted into her for the second time, I was ready for
more. I fucked her hard, frequently changing positions so that Peter
could take photos.
Rosie was exhausted by the time she received my second offering. I
helped her to clean up in the bathroom and took her home. She was
rather embarrassed by her lewd behaviour but I put her mind at rest by
telling her that it had been the most exciting evening of my life.
Two days later, Peter came round to our house with the developed
photos. They were terrific and made us so randy that Peter and I ended
up fucking Rosie at the same time, one at each end. She loved it and
it was the early hours of the morning before we were too exhausted to
keep going.
Since then Rosie and I have invited other men to photograph her and I
have watched enraptured as they fuck her brains out before I join in
for some hot and slippery seconds.

