The Photo Shop Ch. 78

The Photo Shop by Candyman666©

All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author's page in order of their appearance in the stories.

Chapter 78: John and Lizzy finally make it to Antwerp

It was again that time of the year when the tax return forms had to be filled out, and Tanja was busy with her books when the phone began ringing in the club.

"Jack, can you please pick it up and tell whoever it is that I'm busy and can't come to the phone right now, thanks, but put it on speaker if it's really important, and I'll take it."

"Oki Doki!" Jack shouted back. He picked up the ringing phone and said, "Hello, how may I help you?"

"Who is this?" the voice at the other end replied.

"This is Jack."

"Sorry, I think I've dialed the wrong number. I thought I dialed the number of Tanja's club."

"No, no, you haven't dialed the wrong number; you are connected with Tanja's club."

"But you're not Tanja?"

"No, I'm afraid not. As I said, I'm Jack."

"And where can I reach Tanja?"

"Normally, you can reach her here, but she's very busy; can I take a message?"

"OK, can you tell her that John from America called..." but before he could continue, Tanja joined Jack and motioned to him to give her the phone, which he gladly did with this English-speaking person he had on the line. English was not Jack's strong point; he preferred to stick to his native Antwerp dialect.

"John, Tanja. You made it! Are you in Belgium?"

"Oh, hi Tanja, yes, we finally made it, but it was difficult."

"Was anything wrong?"

"Was there anything right? We had a horrible two months, believe me, but hey, I'm glad I caught you."

"Sorry to hear that, but you caught me at a very difficult time."

"Don't tell me that everything is going lopsided with you as well?"

"No, no, it's just that time of year when I have to complete my tax return forms, so I'm pretty busy right now."

"Oh God, I feel for you. That's one of the things I hate as well, but maybe we can meet sometime this week when you're done?"

"I have to be done today; I need to turn them in before five p. m. and then hope for the best."

"So are you free tonight then?"

"Yes."

"Great, then you will appreciate, I hope, that we take you to dinner tonight, and you don't have to worry about preparing food, and we can catch up. Hang on a second, Lizzy wants something... Oh, she wants me to say hello from her as well."

"Please greet her back from my side, and yes, I would appreciate having dinner with you guys. The club is closed tonight anyway, so I have nothing on."

"Fan-fucking-tastic! Only one thing -- we have no idea where we can take you. Can you book something or take us to a place that doesn't require pre-booking?"

"Do you like Italian food?"

"Yes, we love Italian food."

"Great, we can go to Mario's; he always has a table available for me."

"OK, so how do we get together? We don't have a car, so maybe we can take a taxi and come to the club or your place or the restaurant?"

"If you tell me at which hotel you're staying, I can pick you up."

"We're not staying in a hotel."

"Bed and breakfast then?"

"Nope, we're staying in one of these apartments from your friend Grace."

"Really, you remembered that?"

"Hey, if someone gives me a tip on good accommodation, I always take notes. Do you know where it is?"

"I've never seen it. I heard of it from Lew, but I never visited, but don't worry, I'll ask him where it is."

"Is that the Lew you were talking about during the cruise, the photographer?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Great. If you talk to him, why don't you ask him to join us? After what you told us about him, I would really like to meet this guy... and so does Lizzy."

"OK, I'll ask him; he's upstairs."

"What do you mean, he's upstairs?"

"His photo studio is above the club, and his apartment is above the studio; he's my landlord."

"Yes, now I remember you telling me this."

"OK, would sevenish suit you guys?"

"Hey, any time that suits you, Tanja. We're on vacation, and you are the woman who has to work; we adapt to your schedule."

"OK, seven it is. I'll ask Lew if he's free and if he wants to join us."

"Only if he's not busy photographing naked women, mind you. I don't want to keep him away from his favorite pastime."

"He does all kinds of photographic work; photographing naked women is only his hobby."

"Well, I'm gonna leave you now as I understand that you're pretty busy with your tax forms, and we don't want you to miss your deadline, so see you around seven, with or without your house photographer."

"OK, see you then."

Tanja put the phone down and quickly returned to the dreaded job of filling out the forms that would allow the government to plunder her bank account. Just before the deadline of five p. m., she was finally able to submit them electronically via tax-on-web.

"Tanja, all done?" asked Jack, who was still around playing with the electronics.

"Yes, I only hope they'll accept it."

"Yeah, I know the feeling. I've got similar problems with mine, but I pay an accountant to do them for me. It's just not my cup of tea. I can solve any electronic problem, but these tax forms are a complete mystery to me, and I admire you for being able to complete them."

"I only hope to not have to do something with these things anymore for another year."

"Yeah. Hey, will you close up or shall I?"

"No, don't worry, I've got a few phone calls to make, and then I'll close up. So, see you tomorrow?"

"No, I'm not coming tomorrow. Everything works fine, and if something goes wrong, Elisa will take care of it.

"Yeah, she's a real treasure, that girl."

"If it weren't for the age difference, I'd ask her to marry me."

"Come on, Jack, you're not that old."

"Well, we differ by 14 years; that's a lot, especially if she would want to have kids."

"I've heard of couples with a far bigger age difference, and they do work out fine and have kids. Now, if Lew made that remark and wanted to marry Elisa's sister Jada, I would have my doubts. Now there would be a huge age difference, but you?"

"Well, I'm not sure if she would have me."

"All you have to do is ask, silly. A no, you have, a yes you might get."

"We'll see," upon which he walked out.

Tanja wanted to pick up the phone and call Lew but decided she could as well go upstairs and ask him face-to-face. When she walked into the shop, Lew was in the process of closing up. When he heard the bell, he turned around and started saying, "I'm afraid that..." when he saw it was Tanja.

"Well, well, if it isn't my tenant from below and so late, or is it early, no, it's late because the club is closed tonight, isn't it Tanja?"

"Yes, the club is closed tonight, Lew, but that's not why I'm here."

"I hope you don't have any problems, because I can't deal with them right now. I had a hell of a day trying to complete these annual tax forms."

"Oh God, you too?"

"Why, is that what you did today as well?"

"Yes, and I'm knackered."

"So am I, dear, so am I."

"To answer your question, there's nothing wrong, and that's not why I'm here. I would like to invite you to dinner."

"Oh my God, woman, you are a Godsend. I was going to do the same thing, go out for dinner to wash away the filthy taste of taxes, but it would be much nicer to have the company of a kindred soul."

"I'm afraid I've got an ulterior motive to invite you."

"You do want something from me. Reduced rent, some renovations, sex...?"

"No, no, and who knows, but the thing is, I won't be alone."

"What do you mean you won't be alone?"

"I am taking other people to dinner and..."

"If you've got company, what do you need me for then?"

"The people I'm having dinner with are an American couple I met on board the cruise ship."

"Great, but I still don't see why you need me?"

"John, that's the man's name, and his wife's is Lizzy, and they want to meet you."

"Why would a man and a woman I've never seen before in my life want to meet me?"

"I told them about you."

"What do you mean you told them about me? What did you tell them about me that they want to meet me?"

"Well, for starters, he has a similar hobby to yours."

"A similar hobby, what similar hobby?"

"He loves to take pictures of naked women."

"God, woman, and you told him I love to do that too, of course?"

"I'm afraid so, Lew."

"What else did you tell him about me?"

"Oh, not much, a bit of this and that..."

"I can imagine what 'a bit of this and that' is. And exactly what does this John want from me--pointers on how to talk women out of their clothes, like you always claim I'm so good at?"

"Maybe..."

"Well, maybe you should tell me a bit more about this couple before I meet them, because they seem to know more about me than I know about them.

"OK, if you insist. We met them thanks to Fleur and Zoë -- you remember them, don't you?"

"I remember them. You called me down to the club while I was watching one of my most favorite movies."

"And what movie might that be -- probably with lots of naked women in it."

"Yes, of course Emmanuelle 2 'L' Anti Vierge.' You know it?"

"Hey, Lew, I wasn't born yesterday. I've seen all the Emmanuelle movies--well, the ones with Silvia Kristel anyway."

"You don't say. You saw all the Ilsa movies too?"

"No comment."

"OK, but you were telling me how you met this American couple thanks to the two Canadian girls you played with on board and here in the club."

"Yes, the girls had booked an adventurous 4WD tour on the Azores, and it just happened they were the only ones, and on top, they had a lesbian driver, and during one of the stops at one or other viewpoint on a ridge in the middle of nowhere, they engaged in some extracurricular activities with the driver."

"OK, but I still don't see what this has to do with this couple and how they met them."

"Hold your horses. During that activity in the open air, they thought they had seen an elderly couple on that same walk, but they seemed to have disappeared... until they thought they saw a head pop up over a boulder that was lying a bit further. They didn't pay any attention to it, though."

"And was that this John and Lizzy they had seen?"

"Yes, but they didn't know until the evening back on the ship when they were telling me that they thought they had seen a couple also engaging in some similar activity, and they clearly heard a woman moan. When they walked down the mountain again, they came across this couple who looked a bit flushed and gave them a smile, but they continued on their way without paying much attention to it."

"OK, so they think they saw or heard a couple engaged in some outdoor lovemaking and paid no real attention to them. So, how did you guys meet in the end?"

"You're not going to believe this, but when we were having a late dinner in the Windjammer café on the ship, while they were telling me this story, Zoé saw these people approach us, but it was too late to hide, of course."

"So they were passengers on the ship, just like you guys?"

"Yes, but you can imagine how Zoë and Fleur felt, as they knew they had been observed by this couple."

"I can imagine how they felt. And what happened then? Were these people telling them this was something that was completely inappropriate?"

"Absolutely not. John immediately offered to buy us a drink, and they were saying that by seeing Fleur and Zoë having fun, they were inspired to do the same. They went as far as to confess they did similar activities a lot when they were younger. They were very open about their sex life, even down to confessing about their activities with Lizzy's sister."

"Oh my God, now I understand, and I presume it didn't stop at that one drink then?"

"Absolutely not. We even ended up playing a few times in Fleur and Zoë's suite, including John taking lots of pictures of all of us... "

"In the nude, of course."

"Yes, and we engaged in some play as well, in which both of them also participated."

"Wow, full-size orgies on board."

"Well, not full size; we only had one male participant, but I must admit that he could replace two."

"Why? Did he have two dicks or something?"

"No, but the one he had could count for two."

"That big, hey?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I must admit you've made me curious now to meet this guy. How old is he?"

"If I remember correctly, 55, just slightly younger than you. You'll be able to talk about the good old days."

"Fine, what time did you agree to meet with them, and where?"

"They're staying in one of Grace's apartments downtown, and as they don't have a car, I suggested picking them up, but I need you for instructions on how to get there. I want to take them to Mario's unless you have another suggestion?"

"No, not immediately. I'm not in the mood for a fancy dinner, so Mario's is fine by me. And you'll be driving?"

"That's right."

"Excellent! I can indulge in a glass of wine then, since you'll be BOB."

(BOB is the acronym given to the person in a group who will refrain from drinking alcohol and will drive.)

"What time?"

"I told them sevenish, so if we leave here twenty to seven, we'll be there around that time, and I booked a table for seven thirty at Mario's."

"OK, I'll be ready for you... dress code?"

"Nothing fancy; maybe just look a bit sporty."

"You mean workout outfit?"

"No idiot, just a shirt, sweater, and pants."

"What will you wear?"

"The same, blouse, sweater, and jeans."

"Any other special activities planned for tonight?"

"No, as I said, I'm bushed. Dinner will be about it for me; I intend to be in bed by eleven."

"Alone?"

"Jesus, what do you take me for, or do you want a roll in the hay perhaps?"

"No, thank you, not tonight, not after spending the day filling out tax forms."

"The fun and games will probably be for another day further down the week, as I guess they will be here for a couple of days."

"OK, I'll wait for you downstairs, so we can take off immediately for the city."

****

Seven twenty, and Tanja came driving up in her car. Well, I presumed it was her car, although I hadn't seen it before.

"New car, Tanja?"

"Yes, I got a good deal from Dave."

"Wow, or had Hellen anything to do with it?"

"She helped."

"Not electric yet?"

"No, sorry, I know you love your EV, but I'm still struggling with the range. I love to go on short vacations by car, you know, just take off and see where the road takes me."

"Yeah, and topping up the battery is still a big problem in some European countries."

"Especially in Belgium, I know, that's why I chose to go for the in-between solution and bought a plug-in hybrid to do at least a small thing for the environment."

Just short of seven o'clock, we drove up to the building where Grace had the apartments. Tanja honked the horn briefly. Five seconds later, the front door opened, and they came out. It was as if they had been waiting just inside.

"Just get in quickly, guys; I'm not allowed to park here," Tanja said as they approached the car.

They opened the back doors and slid in.

"We'll do the 'nice to meet you' thing when we're at the restaurant, guys. I need to go because I already see a tram coming."

After about twenty minutes of driving in total silence, Tanja entered the parking lot at Mario's and parked the car. Time to get out and do some proper introductions. When we were outside the car, Tanja took the lead.

"Lew, this is Lizzy and John, who I met on board the cruise ship coming back from the States. Lizzy, John, this is the famous Lew I was telling you about."

I took Lizzy's hand and placed a chaste kiss on the back of it. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Lizzy."

Lizzy was a bit flabbergasted by what I did. "Eh, nice to meet you too, Lew."

"Hello, John. Tanja told me you have the same hobby as I have; nice to meet a fellow photographer of the fair sex."

"Yes indeed, Tanja told us all about you and your hobby when she found out I had the same one."

"Excellent. I'm already looking forward to comparing notes with you."

"Well, don't expect too much. I'm strictly an amateur..."

"Are there really amateurs in this hobby? I'd rather call us aficionados of the naked female form."

"Yes, you're right, 'amateur' sounds so... amateurish. I like the term 'aficionados.'"

"By the way, did you know that the word 'amateur' comes from the French word 'aimer', which means loving it?"

"No, not really. I see you are a bit of a language expert as well. Love it."

As he turned to Tanja, I heard him whisper, "I love this guy. I think I'm going to get on very well with him."

Lizzy was still recovering from her hand kiss. "Is it normal practice here in Europe for a man to kiss a lady's hand, Lew?" she wanted to know.

"We only do it when we meet a very special person, Lizzy."

"Oh, I'm a very special person then?"

"Yes, you are; being a friend of Tanja in itself makes you special in my eyes."

"And does that make Tanja also special for you?"

"Oh yes, she is my favorite tenant."

"And she is no more than that?"

"If you're suggesting that Tanja might be my girlfriend, I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you, Lizzy."

"Oh, what a pity; you look so good together."

"We're very good friends, sometimes with benefits, but I gather that you already guessed or heard about that."

"Yeah, and she has Vag of course."

"Yes, she does, but Vag is also a very good friend of mine. I would say we're one big happy family."

"Oh, there are more members then?"

"Oh yes, you're renting an apartment from one of them."

"You mean Grace?"

"Yes, and her daughter Nancy."

"You see, Lizzy," Tanja broke in. "Lew is the savior of most of the lonely women in the village, and he loves to photograph them."

"Ah, but they love to be photographed by me, Tanja."

"Yes, and also the other stuff..."

"What other stuff would you be hinting at, my dear?"

"Oh, come on, Lew, don't act all coy. You know I mean the sex you have with all of them."

"You mean, me taking care of their needs?"

"I see I'm not going to get anywhere with you. Let's go inside and eat, and we'll take care of the other needs at a later stage."

When we walked into the restaurant, Mario greeted us with a big smile and led us to a nice round table in a corner. When he came back a minute later carrying four menu cards, Tanja waved him away. "Why don't you surprise us, Mario? I know you're very good at that."

"OK, Miss Tanja, what will it be? A three-course or a four-course?"

"Let's stick with three, shall we?" Tanja asked everyone, and we all agreed.

"Yes, better not get an overloaded stomach. We never know what else Tanja has in mind for this evening," I said.

"Expecting something special, Lew?"

"No, not really, dear, but I know your soirées. They invariably end up in your posh club, or sometimes, with a bit of luck, in my studio."

"I hope it will, Lew," John interjected. "I'd love to see your studio."

"I guess you'll be staying a bit longer than one day, John?"

"Oh yes. We intend to see all there is to see in your lovely country. We heard that Fleur and Zoë did, too."

"So, what else did you see in Europe so far?"

"Unfortunately, we didn't have much luck with our sightseeing."

"How come?" Tanja wanted to know.

"After the ship arrived in Amsterdam, we stayed on board for a trip to Norway, also crossing the Arctic Circle, and then, upon returning, we intended to tour Holland. But that's where it started to go wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Yes. Lizzy tripped, fell, and broke her kneecap."

"Oh my God, that must have been painful!"

"Not only painful but very annoying. She had a plaster cast for two weeks and then a brace, which restricted the folding of her knee. She spent two weeks with the brace at 30°, two weeks at 60°, and finally two weeks at 90°, with a visit to the physiotherapist three times per week."

"That's why it took you guys so long to get to Belgium?"

"Yes indeed. So aside from the Norwegian fjords and two days of sightseeing in Holland, we haven't done much."

"And how is it now?"

"It's OK; I can walk normally, and I don't have too much pain anymore, but I have a serious scar on my knee."

"And as you can imagine, we're both a bit on edge in the sex department. No decent sex in eight weeks. It's like living in a convent."

"We'll need to do something about that. Are you up to some kinky games as well, Lizzy?"

"As long as it doesn't put too much pressure on my knee, I'm OK."

"I'll tell Jack to be extra careful."

"Oh, am I going to meet this famous Jack as well?"

"You heard about Jack, Lizzy?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Tanja sang her praises about his Shibari art, just the same as she sang your praises in the photography business. So when do you plan to photograph me the buff?"

"Did Tanja promise you that?"

"Eh, no, I just expected that you would love to do it. My John is but an amateur, and I would like to be photographed by a professional."

"Did you hear that, John? Lizzy thinks you're an amateur photographer."

"Yes, I did, and I must admit she's right, and I would really appreciate it if you could photograph her."

"I did sing your praises, Lew, so this is a very normal request. Besides, I told them you were my house photographer, and you would give them a good rate."

"I may think about it..."

"Come on, Lew, you always ask me for favors, and the one time I ask one of you..."

"Of course, I'll do it, and I'll even do it for free. I always love to photograph naked women, especially the ones I've never photographed before, but not tonight, please."

"No, no, we'll schedule a day and time when it's convenient for you."

"That's very generous of you, Tanja."

"I prefer to stay in the good books of my landlord and house photographer."

"Afraid I'll kick you out?"

Tanja gave me a look filled with mirth and mischief. For her, it was going to be a busy week. She'll have to take her guests on a tour of Belgium--well, most of it. Before I realized it, I was assigned the tour of Antwerp the next day.

I took them to all the sights: the main marketplace with the statue of Brabo, depicting the story behind the name of the city, and the different guild houses, now mostly cafés or restaurants. The cathedral, the castle at the river where the giant had lived, the Meir, the main shopping street of the city. But that wasn't where they wanted to go. They preferred the street parallel to it, "Hopland," where the more upscale boutiques were. We visited the Rubens' house and had coffee in the former royal palace. Central Station, with the dazzling cupola, took their breath away. We also made a quick dash to the adjacent zoo, and when we returned they were knackered.

The next day Tanja took them to Brussels to see the highlights there, but the place John preferred the most was the Rue des Bouchers, the Butchers Street with all the restaurants where he could enjoy a rib eye steak. Lizzy loved both the statues of Manneken Pis and Janneke Pis.

My loyal readers have learned about all the highlights to be visited in my lovely country in previous chapters, so I won't go into any further detail. I'll just make a fast-forward to Friday morning when Lizzy's photoshoot was planned, followed by a visit to the club in the evening, something they had been looking forward to during their whole stay. There they hoped to see if Tanja would do what she claimed, to take a big cock in any of her cavities, or even two -- Jack's and John's, both, as you may remember, well-endowed in that department.

At ten o'clock Friday morning, the shop bell rang, and Lizzy and her husband John walked into my little photoshop.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?"

"Absolutely, that bed in the apartment is fantastic. If my suitcase were big enough, I'd take it home with me."

"I don't think that Grace would really appreciate that, John."

"Maybe I'll ask her where she got it and see if they can sell us one and ship it across the pond."

"You'll have to ask her; I'm sure she'll be glad to help you out."

"I must admit, Lew, I was expecting something bigger than this shop."

"It's small, yes, but it's been here for over seventy years. I didn't change much as it was operated by the town photographer for about sixty-eight years up until I bought it and made the changes, which took close to one and a half years."

"It doesn't show it."

"As I said, I didn't change much to the shop, but I built a nice studio in the back with a same-size cellar, which I gather you will visit tonight?"

"Yes, we will, and I hope the club is indeed big."

"You won't be disappointed, but maybe first you would like to come through to the studio so we can get started on those photos of Lizzy."

When we went to the studio via the little hallway with the doors of the printing and computer room on either side. John took my arm and whispered in my ear, "That cute girl I saw in the shop, is she your sidekick?"

"That cute Brazilian girl you saw is my apprentice and sub."

"Oh my God, you lucky bastard, she's gorgeous."

"You can tell her that yourself later, and wait until you meet her sister."

"She's got a sister, and is this sister available?"

"I'm afraid not; she's Jack's sub."

"You mean Jack, the Shibari specialist with the big cock Tanja was telling us about on the ship?"

"Yes, indeed, that Jack. You'll meet him tonight."

"I sure hope so. I want to see Tanja take his cock in all her cavities like she claimed she could do."

"Is that what she claimed?"

"Oh yes, and even more, she claimed she could take him and me at the same time."

"Is that going to be a problem for her?"

"I don't know, but without strutting, I'm quite packing myself."

"Oh yeah, how much?"

"On a good day, eight inches."

"Wow, that's impressive."

"I'm looking forward to putting it into Tanja tonight."

"Where?"

"Anywhere in any of her cavities, if she cares to put her cavities where her mouth is."

When John finally walked into the studio, as usual, it took his breath away.

"Wow, this is quite a studio you've got here, Lew. I could park my old timers in here and still have space to spare."

"You have old timers?"

"Yes, three of them."

"Please tell me more; I'm curious. I always wanted to have an old timer, but never got around to it."

"And which car did you have in mind?"

"First my dad's old car, a Morris Minor, the car I learned to drive in. You know, it actually had a customs seal attached around the steering column?"

"What was that for?"

"Well, here in Belgium, if you had a foreign car, and a Morris was a British car, and you wanted to take it outside Belgium and come back, it had to have a customs seal to prove that import duties and taxes had been paid for it when you bought it, and you weren't smuggling it in from another country."

"So, what happened to it?"

"I have no idea. One day it was gone, and my dad bought an Opel Kadett when I started to work for GM in Antwerp, and so did I, a red Opel Kadett B coupé."

"Sporty car, then?"

"Yes, and I got it as an ex-company car with a serious price reduction."

"And you tried to keep that one?"

"No, I sold it and bought a signal green Kadett C, again a coupé with automatic transmission, something that was rare in those days in Europe, but a friend had convinced me that it was so much more comfortable to drive an automatic. Cost me a pretty penny, though."

"How come? In the States, you had to pay extra for a stick shift."

"Not in Europe, my friend."

"And what happened with that car?"

"I drove it for seventeen years, and then the company gave me a company car, and I didn't have the space to store it, so I ended up selling it."

All of a sudden, Lizzy spoke up, "Hello, you car lovers! When you're done talking about your toys, let's get to what we are really here for: to take some pictures of little old me."

When I looked at her, she was already in her underwear with her hands behind her back to undo the hooks of her bra.

"STOP!" I shouted, "Don't get naked yet."

"What do you mean, I thought you were going to take pictures of me in the buff?"

"Yes, I am, but I prefer my models to reveal themselves slowly for the camera."

"You mean like a striptease?"

"A strip, yes, but not necessarily a tease, but a slow unveiling of the naked body. If I wanted you to do a striptease, I would have put on some striptease music.

"Why don't you give us some music anyway, without the striptease? It's so quiet in here, except for your jabedieda about cars, and if you want to know, he's got a Chevrolet Impala from the seventies, a Bel Air and..."

Interrupting her, I said, "A Corvette Stingray."

"How did you guess?"

"It's the dream car of most American boys his age, I heard."

"Yes, it is, but not only boys his age. But can we now please come back to what we are supposed to do here, take some alluring pictures of little old me in the buff?"

"OK, I'll put some music on for you to get in the mood. I don't think I could go wrong with putting on some music from the seventies when you were in your teens."

"Oh, lovely, it brings me back to when I was young, beautiful, and innocent."

"Come on, Lizzy, when were you ever innocent?" John interrupted.

"I was; I was sweet sixteen and had never been kissed, but all that changed when I met you, of course."

"The kissing, yes, but you kept me from even getting past first base and into your virgin pussy till you were eighteen."

"Well, a girl has to stay pure until she meets the man of her life."

"And it took you two years after our first kiss to come to that conclusion?"

"Yes, but rest assured, I'm still convinced I made the right decision, dear."

John rushed up to his Lizzy, took her in his arms, and kissed her. When they were done, I switched on the floodlights and directed Lizzy to one of my favorite backgrounds, the female boudoir. She was already in her underwear, so I could hardly put her in the garden setup. When I pulled up the settee, she immediately knew how I wanted her. She reclined on the thing, and, oh God, she looked ravishing. Her E-cups were almost begging me to allow them to get out of her bra.

I must say for a fifty-year-old broad, she could compete with all the other ones I had photographed in the past year. Her boobs were definitely the biggest of all the female quinquagenarians I had photographed so far. I anxiously awaited the moment they would be revealed to my eyes. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped her earlier.

But first things first. I wanted to take pictures of her partly dressed, which I immediately started to do once John had come back to my side. Lizzy was taking all the right poses, even without me asking her.

She did have a nasty scar on her right knee, fresh enough that it was still an angry red color. "If you like, I can suggest poses that won't show that scar."

"Nonsense. It's part of me now, and I'm not ashamed of it. In fact, that's one of the reasons I'm here. I want to show it off."

"You're right, Lizzie," I replied. "There's something compelling about a woman proudly showing off what time and happenstance has done to her body. Just keep posing the way you've been doing."

I saw John whisper in her ear, and then they exchanged glances.

"Oh, for crying out loud, John, why don't you ask him?"

I looked at John, "Ask me what, John?"

"He would love to take some pictures of me in your professional studio, and he's afraid to ask you."

"Really, John, why?"

"I thought that... well, it's your studio and your photoshoot, and I don't want to impose..."

"Hey, if you want to take pictures of your wife, who am I to forbid you? Especially if I can watch."

"Can I really?"

"Be my guest."

"You see, John, I told you that he wouldn't refuse you, so stop whining and start taking pictures just like Lew. And Lew, when can I get out of these clothes? I prefer to pose in the nude if you don't mind."

"Looking at you, Lizzy, I wouldn't mind at all, so please be my guest."

I hadn't even finished the last word when her hands had already moved to her back to undo the clasp of her bra. When unveiled, OK, they hung down a bit, which was to be expected with such huge mammaries and her age, but I can assure you they took my breath away.

"You like?" she asked with a glimmer in her eyes.

"God, Lizzy, what is there not to like? John, you sure are one lucky fellow."

"I know, Lew, I know," John replied with a huge smile on his face.

In the meantime, Lizzy had gotten up from the settee and was busy lowering her panties, getting completely starkers and unveiling her full bush, while at the same time giving away that she was indeed a natural blonde.

"I must say, Lizzy, that I'm pleasantly surprised."

"How come, Lew?"

"Contrary to a lot of American women, you are a real blonde."

"Oh yes, Lew, I only go for the genuine product," John remarked.

"And how did you know she was a real blonde when you first kissed her when she was sixteen, because you told me you had to wait until she was eighteen before you could verify if the carpet matched the drapes?"

"Well, I took a chance, but in those days there were not a lot of sixteen-year-old girls that dyed their hair."

"No, you may be right there."

"So, you've been a couple now for thirty-four years?"

"Yes, and still very much in love, I can assure you."

"And what is the secret to all this love?"

"An open mind and giving each other enough space to explore."

"Are you referring to an open marriage?"

"If that's what you want to call it, yes."

During this little conversation, John was snapping away at his wife. He must have shot a couple hundred photos. She posed lying back on the settee with her legs slightly parted to show off her blond bush, then twisted slightly to the side to hide it demurely, then on her hands and knees with her magnificent breasts dangling.

"OK, Hun, now that you've had your wish come true, I think it's time for me to do so as well, so scram."

John put his camera away and started walking towards the door.

"Hey John, are you finished? No more pictures?"

"You heard the boss, Lew. She thinks it's time for me to go and leave you alone with her."

"And why would you want to do that?"

At this point, Lizzy took over. "I want you to fuck me, Lew!"

"Excuse me..."

"I want to see and feel if what Tanja told me on the cruise is actually true."

"And what stories has Tanja been telling you about me?"

"That you can go on forever."

"And is that why John needs to go?"

"Unless you want to fuck me with an audience."

"Who says I want to fuck you in the first place?"

"You don't like what you see?"

"I like what I see a lot, but that doesn't mean I want to jump your bones."

"Come on, Lew, you allowed John to have his fun, and now you want to deny me mine? It's always the same with you guys. You help out each other, but when it comes to helping out the little old lady... "

"Sorry, I didn't realize that was the deal."

"I guess Tanja didn't tell you why we wanted to visit your studio then?"

"No, she said she had friends visiting from the US and that she had been telling them about my nice studio when you were playing on board the cruise ship."

"Come on, Lew, she must have told you more."

"No, honestly, I have no details. I only know you played together with these two Canadian ladies who came by a few weeks ago, but no details were given."

"And she didn't tell you about her bragging about being able to take any cock in any cavity."

"No, and I can't see why she would do that."

"She did that right after she saw my John's and then told us about a certain Jack in her club, sporting a similar size one."

"But I still don't see the connection. I'm afraid that I'm not exactly a member of the big cock league."

"No, Tanja was not telling us about the size of your equipment but rather about your capabilities to use it."

"I don't do anything different from any other guy."

"Come on, Lew, you must know what she's referring to?"

"No, honestly, I have no idea."

"The ten to one challenge."

"Is that what it's all about, and she told you that?"

"Yes, and I want to experience it."

"You mean you want me to make you cum ten times before I do."

"Yes, please, well, at least part of it."

"You must be joking."

"I don't think she's joking, Lew," John interjected, "and we heard other stories about your stamina."

"Please do tell."

"Having sex with five or six women at the same time."

"And you believed all that?"

"Eh, Tanja seemed to be honest when she told us all of this."

"Well, some of it is true, but the ten-to-one challenge was when I was eighteen years old, so more than forty years ago."

"What about the five or six women? Was that also so long ago?"

"No, I must admit that was more recent, but I'm not sure if there were so many, and I don't see the point if Lizzy wants me to make love to her, or does she have some hidden friends who want to participate?"

"You can rest assured, Lew, I have no hidden friends who want to participate, but could you consider doing a five-to-one maybe?"

"You're really determined to go on with this, or is this some kind of prank devised by Tanja, of which you are the executors?"

"I'm absolutely determined to have sex with the famous Lew, and John supports me in that endeavor, don't you, John?"

"Hey Lizzy, if you want to fuck with Lew, it's no skin off my nose. It's your pussy, and you know we have always agreed that you can do with it what you want."

"Yes, as long as you can plunge your cock in any juicy pussy or other cavity of your choice."

"That was the deal we made when we got married."

"Oh, a really open marriage from the very beginning?"

"Yes, Lew, don't forget we got married at the time that free love was at its peak. 'Make Love, Not War' was our motto, and still is."

"OK, and how do you see this happening?"

"We were told you have a lovely apartment, with a garden, above the shop and a comfy bed, so I thought that you could perhaps show me this little marvel."

"Oh, and I was told you have ample stock of a very nice champagne, produced by a small winery you visit every year, so maybe you care to let me taste this golden liquid as well?"

"Is there anything that Tanja didn't tell you about me?"

"She may have mentioned that you could be difficult to convince, but she also told me that you like big boobs, you hate tattoos and piercings, and although you prefer gingers, you could also go for a natural blonde versus a peroxide one."

"Jesus, is that woman carrying around a Lew manual or something?"

"Lew..."

"Yes, John?"

"Can you please do me a favor, take her upstairs, feed her your famous champagne, and fuck her so that she will stop nagging me about it."

"Is she nagging you about it?"

"You have no idea, mate, it's days on end. 'Do you think that Lew will be willing to make love to me? What should I do to convince him? What if he doesn't want to fuck a fifty-year-old woman? After all, I'm a total stranger; maybe I should forget about it, or should I ask Tanja to put in a good word for me? He probably won't like me, does he like blondes? Maybe he prefers small boobs.'"

"Really, John?"

"You have no idea, my friend."

"OK, Lizzy, first, I like boobs in any size, but yours do have some advantages over small ones. Second, yes, I do like gingers very much, but that doesn't mean I dislike other hair colors. I've got one thing -- I prefer the drapes to match the carpet, which is obviously the case with you, and concerning age, the day after New Year I fucked a seventy-eight-year-old bird, my very first love who gave me the ten to one challenge when I was a teenager. So OK, let's go upstairs, and I'll feed you the champagne, show you my roof garden, and maybe we'll make love if the mood strikes us."

When we arrived in my apartment, Lizzy went crazy about the roof garden.

"This is so cool, I've never seen anything like it in my life. Are you sure we are on the second floor?"

"Second floor? Oh yeah, I get it -- what we call the first floor, you call the second, and yes, we are on the second floor."

"There are even trees and all."

"Yes, I've got a few fruit trees and some evergreen ones to keep it beautiful during winter."

"Can I go outside?"

"You're not afraid someone will see you?"

"Can they?"

"If you stay in the middle, no one will be able to see you from the street."

"Great. Will you take some pictures?"

"Like the pictures John took of you during your trip when you met Tanja and the other girls?"

"Yes, I love to pose in the buff outside, and I love having sex outside as well."

"Yeah, so I heard."

"Who told you?"

"Take a wild guess."

"Tanja told you how we met, didn't she?"

"Yep, almost caught having sex in the wild."

"We were not caught."

"Not immediately, no, but I was told that it was written all over your faces when you ran into Fleur and Zoë after first spying on them."

"We were not spying on them, we just happened to see they were engaged in some extracurricular activities when we were walking in the mountains."

"And one thing led to another?"

"Yes, if you see three beautiful naked women making love, it gives you ideas, especially when you used to do this yourself very often when you were young."

"So if I were to make love to you here in the garden, that would make you feel young again?"

"I'm glad you asked, Lew. Will you? Do I make your blood stream just a little bit harder?"

"You make my blood stream a lot."

"Can I see?"

"You want me to open my veins for you?"

"No, silly, I want to see where the blood is streaming to, and if it's getting hard."

"And if I show you, what do you plan to do then?"

"I don't know; look at it, touch it, suck on it if you like that sort of thing, let you put it in a nice warm and extremely wet cavity."

"Are you talking about your pussy?"

"Amongst other things."

"What other things do you have in mind?"

"I've got a very nice and tight backdoor that loves to be entered."

"Do you, now?"

"Care to see?"

After which, Lizzy turned around, put her hands on her buttocks, and pulled them open, showing me her cute pink pucker.

"And you want me to put my sword in there?"

"Only if you wish, my Lord. You can also put it in the front sheath if that is more to your liking. Shall I start by freeing it from its constraints?"

"Which constraints are you referring to, my lady?"

"Your clothing, my Lord, your trousers and your boxer shorts, which I guess you are wearing."

"Ah, those constraints. OK, if you wish to do that."

It had been quite a while ago since I had been stripped this fast. In two seconds flat, I was bottomless with my cock gobbled up in a hot, wet mouth, and I couldn't go anywhere with my trousers and boxers around my ankles.

"Weren't we supposed to have a glass of champagne first?" I asked.

Lizzy shuttled her head from left to right, stimulating my cock even more. She quickly let me go and said, "I love this far more than any champagne you could offer me," and resumed sucking and licking my rigid pole, taking it all the way in, massaging the head with her throat muscles. It was clear she was used to a far bigger model than the one I'm sporting.

Well, if she could play with my cock, I might as well play with her mammaries. I love small boobs, but sometimes it's nice to have a hand full, and hers were more than just a handful. They felt great: soft and fleshy, and you could feel they were the real thing and not some balloon filled with one or other fluid they use for that purpose. As much as I like tits, I hate fake tits. Small ones, big ones--as long as they are real, I love them. If nature gave you small ones, so be it, I don't care.

After a good ten minutes of cock sucking, I thought it was time to do something different. I put my hands against her shoulders, pulled her up, turned her around, and inserted my cock from behind in her wet, hot pussy. Grabbing her hips, I started the centuries-old in-out dance to her rhythmic moaning, which is the best music to accompany this type of pas-de-deux.

I couldn't help myself and let my hands wander again to her swinging globes. God, it feels so good to fuck a woman from behind while holding onto these soft, warm fun bags. The great outdoors was indeed the place for Lizzy to make love, as it didn't take very long for her to achieve her first orgasm -- or was it the stimulation she had, had during the photoshoot? Some women do get very aroused by showing their naked body to a man. That's why women are far better at striptease than men are.

With my dick now covered in female juice, I thought the time was ripe to venture down a different path. Just moving up about an inch, I found myself at the entrance of the dark back passage.

"Are you ready, milady, for me to enter your secret garden?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, milord, or are you the gardener?"

"Your gardener, your Lord, your lover, your knight in shining armor, I'll be whoever you want me to be, milady."

"Oh yes, I love it when the gardener sneaks up on me and ravishes my secret garden."

"Your gardener, I'll be then, plowing your hot backyard."

Again, after another ten minutes of pounding her warm flesh, I felt her bowels contract around my flesh pole, giving her, her second orgasm. Two down, three to go--that was the deal. The thing is, I'm not a big fan of going from the back door to the front door again, so I suggested we adjourn to the shower for a pole cleanup.

After a thorough washing of the most masculine part of me, Lizzy brought it back to full mast with her lips, tongue, and suction skills in no time at all. Do I need to mention I immediately put it in her box in the shower with her body pressed to the wall, which gave me the best way to enter her from behind? The result was predictable, another toe-curling orgasm on Lizzy's side, bringing the total to three. Maybe I ought to make number five coincide with my own.

For the rest of our love dance, I took her to the bedroom. Once arrived there, she gave me a push so that I ended up flat on my back, after which she climbed all over me. It was clear that she wanted to be in charge for a change, now holding my rod and slowly descending with her furry slit on it. It's been a while since I had the pleasure of fucking a hairy pussy, and it was great fun to feel her curlies tickle my abdomen.

After about five minutes into her ride, I put my hands under her buttocks and held her up. This allowed me to piston fuck her at warp speed, making her body burn with pleasure and resulting in her fourth orgasm cresting.

When she returned back from her high, she looked at me and asked, "You still haven't cum, have you?"

"No, should I have?"

"I leave it up to you, but maybe you ought to have one together with my, what is it now, my fifth?"

"Would you like that?"

"Yes, please."

"OK, let me see, I understand that you and John are also a bit adventurous, but I was wondering, have you ever given him a champagne orgasm?"

"What the fuck is a champagne orgasm?"

"You clearly haven't. Let me explain, or better yet, let me show you, killing two birds with one stone."

"You want to kill me?"

"No, silly, but John kept going on about my special champagne you need to taste. Well, we can combine both, the champagne and the orgasm. It's a trick I learned at a very early age in Italy, but there they use Spumante instead, basically bubbly wine."

"Now you've made me curious."

"OK, let's return to the living room."

Arriving there, I took a bottle of champers out of the fridge, opened it, and poured Lizzy a glass.

"First, I'll let you taste, like John suggested."

She took a mouthful of the golden liquid I gave her, let it go around her mouth, and made all kinds of satisfied noises.

"Yes, this is excellent, I've rarely tasted such good bubbly."

"Excellent. How about the second bird we want to kill with this bubbly stone?"

"Please let me enjoy this glass before you start killing anything."

She finished the glass and held it out for a refill, which I gladly did, but before she could start drinking again, I stopped her.

"I want you to take half a mouthful and keep it there, don't swallow and don't spill any. I'm going to slip my cock into your mouth with the bubbly."

"MMmmmmhmmmm," she said, shaking her head from left to right and swallowed.

"What is it that you want to achieve?"

"Believe it or not, feeling the bubbles around your cock is extremely stimulating, and I'm sure that John is going to love it when you will do it to him, but you must practice, so that's what we're going to do -- practice. You can't spill any of the liquid when I put my cock in your mouth and start fucking your face. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Lizzy took a sip again and looked at me.

"Before I forget, don't ever try to pour this liquid on your pussy. That can be very painful, especially when you've cum a few times before. I tried it once, and it was disastrous, the poor woman's pussy was on fire, and there was not much we could do to take the sting away quickly."

She shook her head from left to right. I held her head with my hands and put the tip of my cock against her lips, which she opened slightly to give me access. She had a problem not spilling the precious liquid, and before I could feel it envelop the head of my cock, she pushed me away.

"This is not going to work this way, Lew."

"It worked this way with the Italian girls."

"Did I hear girls... plural?"

"Yes, both mother and daughter performed this trick on me, with a time difference of a few decades, but they did."

She looked at me, and I could see the cogs of her brain working.

"How about if I lie down on my back and you then try to slip your fun toy into my mouth? I think it would be a lot easier for me to keep from spilling."

"OK, if you think that'll work, and I could lie in a 69 position on you and pleasure you at the same time."

"Yes, as I was wondering what I would get out of this."

"It is mainly to pleasure the man, but doing it that way could be fun for both of us. You'll probably get your fifth orgasm, and I would get mine."

"Let me try if I can hold the liquid lying flat on my back before we start shouting victory."

Lizzy took a half mouthful of champagne and lay flat on her back, then opened her mouth to let me slip my cock inside. It felt as good as it had so many years ago when my beloved Catharina had performed this trick on me for the first time. Then I bent over her and attacked her pleasure garden with my mouth and tongue. Using a few of my signature moves, I had her flowing again, giving me almost as much liquid as she had in her mouth. After a good minute, she pushed me away.

"Having problems?" I asked.

"No, it just slipped away."

"Yes, I thought it felt warm again without the prickling of the bubbly."

"I'll take another sip. I want to get this right. If an Italian girl can do this, so can I, and I want to surprise my John with this trick as well."

She needed to refill a couple of times, developing a nice buzz during the process, resulting in more and more giggles from her side. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the ultimate pleasure of mixing the bubbly with my tasty cum, but I held back until, fueled by my tongue in her pussy and the champagne that kept slipping down her throat, she orgasmed a final time with my cock down her throat to appreciate the way it contracted tightly when she came.

When she relaxed from her orgasm, I let go the blast of cum I'd been holding back, letting it mix with the dregs of champagne that were still in her mouth.

With a bit of a slurred speech, she said, "I will need to practice this some more. Do you think I could convince Jack to help me as you did?"

"I'm not sure if Jack knows this trick, Lizzy."

"Then you better teach him, unless you want to give me some more lessons?"

"I think you had enough lessons for the moment. We don't want to give John the wrong idea about what we did up here."

"He knows that we were going to fuck."

"I'm referring to drinking too much alcohol, dear."

"Oh, that, yeah, that was great fun. Can I have another to wash away your cum?"

"If you do, you'll have finished the whole bottle."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, not for me, probably not for you either. This wine is so nice and pure that you rarely have a hangover."

"Excellent, then crack open another one."

"That might not be such a good idea. What are the plans for tonight?"

"I don't know, a visit to the club maybe, you'll have to ask John about that."

"If that's the case, you'd better stop, as Tanja does not allow drunk people in the club."

"OK, I'll take your word for it."

"Let's get you downstairs again and dressed so that I can take the two of you to the apartment you're staying in."

"Good idea."

"I'll take a bottle of bubbly so that John won't feel left out."

"Good thinking, maybe I can train on John then instead of Jack or you."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that."

I helped her down the stairs and back to the studio, where John had just finished taking pictures of Jada. He was over the moon being able to use professional equipment and working with such a beautiful model, and all that free of charge. Well, when we left for the apartment downtown, I saw him slip a few bills into Jada's hand, thanking her profusely for the session.

Upon my return, I called Tanja and told her about my afternoon with her American friends. She let me know I didn't need to worry about their visit to the club as it was not planned for tonight. I was relieved, as I was a bit knackered after my games with Lizzy, and I had a visit with Gladys planned the day after next, which I presumed could also be challenging, to say the least.

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