The Redditor

Lucy reached for the camera. Scrolling through the shots they'd taken tonight, she was struck by how bad they were: out of focus, poorly composed, dark in spite of every light in the room being on. There was a good one of Mike's spread ass cheeks, but she hadn't been able to take a picture of the rainbow butt plug inside. The toy's bright LEDs overexposed all the pics after she'd turned it on. There were some good ones of her asshole too, but none of the dozen or so Mike had taken as he eased his cock into it showed anything more than her big ass and his bigger belly.

Lucy hadn't been very enthused when Mike started sharing their amateur porn pics. She'd been concerned that she'd have to hear about her body fat or any of the other thousand things she hated about her physique. She'd since come around to it - sort of. She'd given Mike permission to share them online, but didn't want to hear about it. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her and she was shocked to learn that the subreddits he posted to were almost universally positive, filled with people who looked like her, or at least were genuine fans of her body type.

As they shared more and more photos, Mike had become frustrated trying to get better quality pics. He said it was hard to take pictures while fucking and trying to keep everything feeling like sex, rather than homework.

She put the camera down. She had a birthday surprise for him, but had wanted to make sure he was in a receptive mood before she proposed it. He was tonight. Perfect. So, as they lay cleaned up in a freshly changed bed after a particularly hot, kinky mutual anal sex session, she sprung it on him.

"I set up a meeting with an amateur photographer from the 'gone wild' subreddit," she said, referring to a local amateur porn subreddit they sometimes posted pictures to. "I've been DMing with him for a few days. He's in town next weekend for one night. You and I are going to fuck. He's going to take pictures."

Mike was shocked, struggling to come up with a response. This wasn't like Lucy. Before he could protest, she continued. "He's going to give us all the photos to do whatever we want with. He asked to participate too, but I told him we didn't swing. He's hosting at his hotel room."

Lucy watched Mike's face as the gears moved behind his eyes. She didn't see hurt, disgust or anger, the things she feared most. That was a good sign. She wanted to quiz him, but he didn't process emotions quickly. Several times he appeared ready to pose a question, then dropped it. Finally, he broke into a huge grin. "When?"

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Mike pulled the suitcase from the back of their SUV. Neither he nor Lucy knew exactly what to expect tonight, so they'd gone through their toy chest, and stuffed the suitcase with everything they might need. Knowing its contents, she felt conspicuous as they rolled it past a trio of tourists toward the hotel's front door. She noticed a dark blue Range Rover with a "My other car's a Tardis" bumper sticker a couple spots up from them. Maybe that was a good omen - the universe was comforting her with something familiar and fun. She grinned a little at the fanciful notion.

At the redditor's hotel room door, Lucy paused and turned to Mike. "You're ready for this?" she asked. "It's not too late to go home."

Mike smiled nervously. He held out his hand for a first bump. As Lucy went to return it, Mike playfully knocked on the door, leaving her hanging. Lucy laughed, some of the tension gone. The door catch had been circumvented with the hotel's room service menu and opened a little at his touch.

"Come in," said a voice from inside. Mike stepped in, followed by Lucy. They walked through the little hallway by the bathroom and kitchenette into the bedroom. Camera flashes filled the room as Mike and Lucy first laid eyes on the naked man standing by the window. Lucy didn't know where to look. Decorum dictated she look away, but the novelty of seeing a naked body unexpectedly made that very difficult.

"Excellent," said the photographer jovially, "I got both your reactions." He paused, expecting a response. Getting none, he asked, "Is this okay? I got the impression we might spend most of the night working up the nerve to get rolling otherwise. You indicated you're new to this." As he spoke, he continued taking pictures.

"Yeah, it's good," Mike said awkwardly, openly staring at the man's dick. Lucy tracked Mike's gaze uneasily. He had some deep-seated body image issues, especially with regard to his penis size. He had worked through them, mostly, but she still hadn't been confident in his ability to cope when she proposed this photo session. She and Mike had talked it over (and over and over). He was enthusiastic and sure he'd be okay; she was less so.

The redditor was fit, making him seem younger than his four decades. She quickly studied his body: tanned, somewhat muscular, hairy chest and bush. No tan lines, she noticed. He was obviously comfortable in the nude. He had a little bit of a belly but was in overall good shape. As Lucy's eyes darted from feature to feature, he continued taking pictures of them, the cold black lens of the DSLR camera watching her every move. His limp cock was a little bigger than Mike's when he was erect, she noted. She was overwhelmed by a long-forgotten feeling: the particular brand of excitement that you only get from experiencing a new lover's body for the first time.

"I'm Rich. Would you guys like to sit down and we can talk for a bit?" the redditor asked, wanting to help them loosen up.

Lucy considered trying to make small talk with a naked man while her husband stared at his dick. She decided on a different tack, gesturing to the bottle of scotch on the table. "Be my guest," Rich replied happily. Lucy held up a glass inquisitively. "No, thanks," he said with a wry smile. "I'm working." She chortled. He had a way of easing away her anxiety. She filled a glass with ice and poured a couple of fingers into it. She poured another glass - more generous and neat - for Mike, and shoved it into his hand.

"When you're ready to begin, please ignore me. I know you've not fucked in front of anyone before, so it will be weird. Power through the weird and just fuck each other. Try to pose as little as possible at first. Before long, we'll get into a rhythm where you can be present for each other but you'll get a sense of when to hold a position a little longer or get an arm out of the light, etc. It will feel more natural than it does when you first start. I will give you direction when I need it for the photos or when I feel you might want some suggestions. Questions?" The couple each shook their heads.

"Excellent! Then let's start with some portraits of the beautiful couple. Lucy, why don't you stand in front? Face me. Mike, put your arms around her." Mike was taken aback at the mention of their names. He had assumed Lucy would have kept this anonymous. Mike downed his drink; Lucy put hers untouched on the side table. The couple complied, posing for a prom-style photo.

"Very sweet. Now face each other... Lucy, arms around his neck... Mike, I'm not here. Look at Lucy. Great... Little kiss? Mmmm, Mike don't slouch. Lucy, try on your tip toes? Perfect. Mike, hands on her waist."

Rich continued to click away, the couple growing more trusting of his direction. He carefully pushed the envelope as their confidence grew. "Lucy, unbutton his shirt... Get behind him and take it off, slowly... Mike, sit on the bed. Watch Lucy pull her shirt off. Wow, fantastic! Are you sure this is your first time? You're doing this like naturals. Let's keep going, it's getting hot in here! Lucy, straddle him and kiss him, hands on his face."

Rich's instructions became more demanding but less frequent as the couple undressed each other, their caressing and kissing becoming less strained and more instinctual. Before long, they stood completely nude, kissing passionately, acutely aware of being watched by a third person with a camera.

Lucy gave Mike one more little kiss and pulled away. She picked up her scotch and finished it in one big gulp. She knelt in front of him, his now fully erect penis pointing directly at her mouth. She pulled his foreskin back, exposing his sensitive head. She kissed it gently, looking up at him submissively. The click click click of the camera intensified. Her mouth engulfed Mike's sensitive dick head.

"Unghhh...", Mike cried out. Lucy smiled, mouth full of cock and ice cubes. She slowly rolled the ice over Mike's glans and peehole as he shivered and moaned. As the ice melted, she swallowed the water and started bobbing more and more quickly on his cock.

"Easy," Rich quietly chided. "You said he gets a lot less adventurous when he comes." For the second time Mike was taken aback as he realized the depth of the intimate details Lucy had shared with the stranger, but said nothing.

"Mmmm," Lucy agreed. She released Mike's rock hard boner from her mouth. She planted a series of slow gentle kisses from his glans down to his balls. She gave each of his hairy balls a light kiss while letting the full length of his shaft rest against her nose. She turned her head slightly to make sure her face was in full profile. Mike would like that view. She hunched a little to make the tip now rest on her forehead. All the better to make it seem bigger.

"Look up at Mike," Rich instructed. Lucy looked up. "Let's try a little pout. Excellent. Awe? Like that's the most beautiful cock you've ever laid eyes on. What about fear? Like you're a virgin, afraid it's going to hurt. Good. Let's try a few sultry ones... nice." Lucy hadn't done any acting since high school, but did her best to keep up as he rattled off new poses. As she acted out his suggestions, she grew excited, and felt less and less silly. She started to look forward to the next one, eager to please him. He'd chosen a pace that she struggled slightly to maintain, but was still slow enough that she and Mike enjoyed every minute. She loved being told exactly what to do in bed, but had never been instructed by anyone but a lover before. She hadn't expected that to be such a huge turn on.

As the scotch worked its magic, a warm, tingly bliss crept all over her body. She wasn't much of a drinker. She wasn't drunk, just perfectly tipsy. The photographer was now fully erect, a glint of precum dotting the tip of his dick. Pride filled her chest. She looked at Mike's smaller erection, inches from her face, and frowned slightly. She risked a look at Mike's face. He had that dumb smile on his face that he got when she blew him. Good. There was no way he hadn't noticed the photographer's big cock; he just wasn't bothered. Her uneasiness abated.

Lucy hitched her long auburn hair up, back to Mike, cocking her head to the side. Mike hugged her, cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples lightly. He kissed her neck near her jaw line. "I am going to fuck you in every hole," he whispered, his peaty breath tickling her ear. She shivered, rubbing her ass against his exposed cock. He thrust his hips forward, grinding his dick into her.

"More of that, Mike," Rich instructed. He'd apparently liked whatever he saw in Lucy's reaction.

"I'm going to bend you over and spread your ass cheeks wide," Mike continued gravelly, louder. "We are going to get dozens of photos of your ass and I am going to share them with all kinds of anonymous perverts. Virgins, studs, swingers, lesbians, married couples, they're all going to masturbate to your hairy little asshole. I am going to DM them to our contacts too. That 20-something with the six pack? The couple from Tennessee? The guy that sent you the pic with the stream of pre-cum?" He was naming redditors they'd been exchanging pics with. Normally, Lucy would have turned to face away from Mike, humiliated by his words, but with Mike behind her and Rich in front, there was no hiding. Her face burned crimson for the camera.

Letting her hair fall down to her shoulders, Lucy parted her ass cheeks a little and backed again into Mike's dick. This time he ground himself into her ass crack, her coarse ass hair giving him some much-needed sensation. The redditor knelt down, bending almost to the floor, camera pointed up between their legs, capturing Mike's excitement. The ring light around the camera's lens filled in every shadow.

The pressure of Mike's engorged member against her sphincter was not enough. Lucy waited for the photographer to get a few more snaps. "I want to see what your tongue looks like in my asshole," she professed. Stepping over Rich and around Mike, she got onto all fours on the bed. Mike loved eating her ass, but he could count on one hand the number of times she had asked for it. Mike spread her cheeks, allowing the camera an unobstructed view. He paused for a few clicks before giving her puckered asshole a tender kiss. He waited with his lips on her anus. Frustrated, Lucy rocked backwards, pushing her big ass into Mike's face. Mike gave her inner ass cheeks a series of light kisses before licking her little brown orifice. He sucked on it, letting a good deal of saliva build up and running his tongue in little circles all around before plunging the tip in. He felt her clenching involuntary at the intrusion. He withdrew his face, exposing Lucy's spit covered asshole to another series of photos.

Rich knelt on the bed, his thigh bracing against Lucy's shoulder. He steadied his forearm on her back, camera pointed down the crack of her ass. "Try that again?" he requested.

Mike spread Lucy's cheeks extra wide, touching the tip of his tongue again to her asshole. He waited a beat and plunged it in deep, wiggling it, worming it deeper and deeper into her rectum. The camera was inches from Mike's face, taking closeups of his tongue lodged in her spread anus. Mike probed her opening again and again. He would completely withdraw, wait for her to close up, then penetrate it again. Lucy groaned each time, rocking backwards, nervous about the next thrust, even more fearful that it wouldn't come.

When Lucy's undulations became too frantic and Mike's exhausted facial muscles needed relief, Mike stuck his thumb in his mouth, coating it liberally with spit. He pressed his thumb to Lucy's delicate brown asshole. Slowly, very slowly, his thumb disappeared into her. Lucy jerked backwards impatiently, trying to impale herself on his digit, but Mike anticipated the maneuver and easily kept his thumb at the depth he desired. Lucy groaned in frustration.

Rich maintained his composure, his steady finger on the camera's trigger capturing Mike's slow, methodical entry into his wife's ass. A wet thumb on a wetter, hairy asshole. The thumb causing her sphincter to depress under pressure just before the muscle yielded to allow him in. Wrinkled sphincter smoothed out just a little as it spread to admit the thumb halfway up the thumbnail. Thumb inside Lucy up to the first joint. Thumb completely buried in her.

Mike paused and used his first and middle fingers to spread her labia slightly, rubbing her clit with his ring finger. But Lucy knew his MO - he wasn't ready to make her cum. He was playing with her. Expecting it didn't make it any less frustrating when he removed his fingers from her pussy, leaving his thumb in her asshole. He slowly withdrew this thumb up to the first joint. He plunged it back into her, fast. Again, he withdrew it excruciatingly slowly until it was almost out... and plunged it back in. He increased the pace, thumb fucking her asshole in rapid fire succession.

"Grab a towel, Rich," said Mike. "She's going to squirt." Caught off guard at being addressed for the first time, the photographer jumped out of bed, throwing a towel to Mike. Mike, still thumb fucking Lucy's greedy ass, draped the towel on the bed between Lucy's knees. Lucy felt the growing electric ecstasy of an orgasm building. She was always ashamed of how much she squirted. Mike casually recounting it to a stranger, with the rapid fire sodomy, was too much. She felt a huge orgasm rock her body. Her muscles convulsed. Jet after jet of pussy juice shot out of her cunt. The camera let out a staccato of clicks. Mike was relentless. He continued thumb fucking her asshole as fast as he could. She could see the shadow of her ass cheeks against the wall as the photographer moved in closer to the action, documenting her soaking the towel.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mike eased off some, but continued at an almost leisurely speed. Lucy enjoyed the respite from her orgasms: they'd been getting unbearably intense. It had just been recently that she and Mike had learned she could come from anal sex alone. For her, the discovery had been embarrassing. Mike, though, had treated the revelation with equal doses of pride and lustfulness. Sensing she'd had enough of a break, the sedate anal intrusion began intensifying again. This time, Mike had contorted his hand enough that, with each stroke of his thumb up her ass, he could rub her clit with his index finger. Lucy spread her legs wider. Her asshole was starting to hurt, the saliva's lubricating ability having ceased. Mike apparently thought the same. She heard and felt him spit on her asshole.

"Can you do that again?" asked Rich, obviously turned on by the act. Mike again spit on her asshole, this time to a bevy of camera clicks. Mike pulled his thumb out, squeegeed his spitwad towards her asshole and worked it in. Rich let out a little groan. His professional facade was crumbling. Mike glanced at his cock. A thick rivulet of precum glistened down his frenulum.

"I'm going to stretch out your asshole now," Mike declared, gently thumbing Lucy's hole. "I haven't decided if I'm going to fuck it or shove something up it. Lady's choice. What would you like?"

Voice barely above a whisper, Lucy responded, shyly and playfully wiggling her butt. "I want your cock in my pussy. Use the metal plug on my ass."

Mike stood, reached a practiced hand into their suitcase and brought out a bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his index finger, rubbed his finger and thumb together a moment to warm it up and plunged his finger into Lucy's anus. After the vigorous thumb fucking, Lucy took it easily. She pushed her ass against Mike's hand. Mike pulled it out, laid his middle finger on top of his index and pushed the pair of them back into Lucy's rectum, much more slowly this time. Lucy pushed her ass back against Mike's digits. She was being stretched out a lot more than his thumb had been able to do. Mike fingered her willing asshole for a few moments.

"Do you know what I'm going to ask?" Mike queried. Immediately, Lucy's mind jumped to the redditor. Mike was going to ask her if Rich could fuck her ass. When they'd talked about the possibilities and limitations they would face tonight, fucking the redditor had been a hard no for her. She would have been happy to have a threesome for her own sake, but she was afraid that Mike would regret it. Now, mind clouded with lust, body aching for a vigorous fucking, she was desperate for it. She readied herself, unsure of what response would come out of her mouth.

"Do you want a third finger before I stuff you full of ass plug?" Mike asked. Lucy's heart sank. She wanted her ass full of another man's cock. She wanted to feel Mike enter her pussy with Rich's huge cock in her asshole. She wanted two sweaty men pummelling her holes. At this moment she'd agree to a third, if that was possible, in her pussy. And maybe another couple in each hand. She'd never been so horny in her life.

Swallowing her disappointment, Lucy refocussed. "Yes," she answered resignedly. Mike eased a third finger in, slowing each time he sensed Lucy was stifling a wince. When she'd taken all three fingers completely, Mike rotated his wrist back and forth a few times. Lucy screamed into the pillow. Three fingers were wider than the plug, but she had wanted to test her limits tonight. She was too ashamed to ask Mike if she could fuck Rich, so this would have to do. She pulled her face out of the pillow, turning to the side so Mike could hear clearly. "Give me another one."

Mike, clearly surprised, said nothing. Lucy had taken three fingers before, but that was rare. He'd never asked her to take four. He pulled out of his wife and squirted cold lube into his cupped fingers. He rubbed it around with his thumb, warming it. He grouped all four fingertips together and once again entered Lucy's bum. He could feel her tight sphincter resisting the intrusion. Very carefully, he pushed harder, feeling her yield at the pressure. By the time his fingers were inserted up to the second joint, Lucy was opened wider than she'd ever been before. Mike's slow, deliberate pace gave Rich ample time to flit about, taking closeups of Lucy's reluctantly cooperative asshole and her fistfuls of bedsheets. Her face was again buried in the pillow as she tried not to scream.

"Look at me Lucy," Rich directed. "Show me what you're feeling." Lucy buried her face deeper in the pillow, resisting the direction at first. Then, whether out of a desire to please Rich or Mike - she didn't know which - she turned her head to face the camera. Her face was flushed with pain, frustration and desire. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained with tears.

"You're resisting," noted Rich with an air of experience. "You need to relax. It will hurt less. Or tell him to withdraw."

RIch saw Lucy's decision on her face before she knew she made it. His finger, ever present on the camera's shutter button, relaxed. For the first time that night, he put the camera down. He leaned forward, eyes locked on Lucy's, photographs forgotten.

Mike felt Lucy's anus relax. With a little more force, all four fingers were inside her almost to the knuckle. Engrossed with his task, Mike didn't notice Lucy and Rich staring at each other as Mike continued to half fist his wife. Lucy took a good, long look at Rich's erection. He was hard as a rock. She badly wanted to wrap her lips around his cock. She bit her lower lip, affected a theatrical pout, again locked eyes with him and loudly exclaimed "Ungh. I don't know if I can take all that."

The over-the-top hamminess of Lucy's dirty talk did nothing to quell the excitement of either man. Mike had grabbed the plug he'd stashed between his thighs when he got the lube from the bag. He pulled his hand out of Lucy's ass. She grimaced. Mike was having trouble being his normal gentle self amidst his exuberance. After confirming it had been sufficiently warmed up, he applied a thick coat of lube.

Her gaze still fixed on Rich and his on hers, Lucy mouthed the word "Go" to him as Mike touched the tip of the plug to her asshole. The photographer seemed surprised to see his hand contained a camera, hanging impotently at his side these last few minutes. With a little shake of his head to clear the cobwebs, his camerawork resumed as Mike inserted the warm metal plug. It entered her with more ease than it ever had in the past. He'd been merciless with his finger fucking.

Mike grabbed the towel from the bed and took a moment to clean the mix of squirt and excess lube off of Lucy's ass and legs. She was grateful for the attention - the cold stickiness of the fluids was distracting and the feeling of being cared for while being treated like a fuck puppet was incredibly erotic.

Mike repositioned Lucy farther up the bed, still on her hands and knees so he could kneel behind her. Rubbing the head of his penis against her wet pussy, he lubed himself with her juices. He spread her pussy lips and repositioned his dick, then pushed himself into her until he was balls-deep. He paused, enjoying the sensation of her soft warm pussy hugging his shaft, but also the unfamiliar weight of the solid metal plug pressing against him though her anus and pussy walls. Her pussy was so tight when she had her plug in!

Restraining himself, Mike posed for a series of snaps as Rich tried a few positions to capture their coitus. When the photographer seemed satisfied, Mike could stand it no more. He hammered Lucy's pussy as hard and as fast and as deep as he could. Already primed from her anal-induced orgasms, Lucy came easily. No squirting this time - this was a "little-O" orgasm, but it was welcome. She was sore and tired. She wanted to push Mike over the edge and call it a night. Reaching behind her, supporting herself on her face, Lucy spread her big ass cheeks, giving the camera an excellent view of the metal plug's ruby red heart base situated snugly against her asshole. Mike fucked her faster.

"I want to come on your face," he moaned. After another minute of hard banging to bring himself to the edge, Mike pulled out. Lucy flipped over onto her back. Mike positioned himself and began jerking off with his clean hand. He slowed it down a little to give Rich time to get the best angle. Lucy sucked his dick head for a few strokes, then released him. She knew how hot he got when she tasted her own pussy on him. Just a few more quick strokes, but carefully so as not to hit Lucy, was all he needed to send jet after jet of cum on her face. He watched with satisfaction as his semen hit her forehead and cheek. One last spasm caught her just above her eye. As his orgasm abated, he pressed his still hard cock to Lucy's lips. She sucked the remaining dribble of semen from his dick and dutifully cleaned its head with her tongue. He tasted more of pussy than cock, but she enjoyed looking up at him as a lethargic bliss overtook him. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled his now semi-erect dick out of her mouth.

Mike leaned down and kissed her. He was careful, she noticed, not to get cum on him. She turned her head sideways a bit as he started to pull away, smearing his cheek with some of his cum. She almost giggled. Rich was taking photo after photo of her face. She wasn't really comfortable with that, but she knew Mike wanted it. She did her best to pose without looking like she was posing. When the photographs were finished, Lucy reached for the towel.

"Leave it a minute, please," requested Rich, putting the camera down for the first time that evening onto the dresser. "I've had a great time. You two obviously know each others' bodies really well, and your lust and passion for each other turned me on big-time," he continued, "So, would it be out of line to ask you to watch me masturbate?"

Mike squeezed Lucy's arm in a way that was indecipherable to an outsider. In doing so, he'd given his assent, but freedom to decline and "blame" it on him. He was excited by the proposition. "You want to cum for me?" Lucy asked hammily, Mike's semen still wet on her face. She put a finger on her clit, rubbing it in little circles. "I'd like that."

Pulling a chair up beside the bed, Rich laid the towel on it and sat down, his cock pointing up at the ceiling. "Mike, why don't you lay down?" Mike lay on his side on the far side of Lucy, hand on her belly. His gaze shifted back and forth between the other man's turgid member and Lucy's cum-soaked face.

Rich started to masturbate, his attention shifting from Lucy's hairy pussy to her belly, breasts and face. He was especially enthralled with the wad of semen that had made its way to her closed eye. Lucy closed her other eye and listened to the two men's laboured breathing. Mike was getting excited again. She smiled as she heard Rich's breathing speed up even more. He was excited by her happiness. She smiled a little wider. When she sensed he was about to cum, she snuck a peak with her dry eye to see him shoot an enormous load up onto his hairy chest, an errant spurt hitting him under the chin. He slumped back in the chair, relieved. Lucy stopped rubbing her clit and closed both eyes again.

They all lazed where they were for a few minutes, Mike gently rubbing Lucy's belly. "All good things...", Lucy said, rolling out of bed and grabbing her clothes from the floor. She was suddenly shy about bending over naked in front of the two men. Vertical now, the semen puddles and trails on her face flowed down, coating her forehead and cheeks more evenly. She made for the bathroom. As she closed the door, grinning, she briefly wondered how Mike would rate the next few minutes in terms of awkwardness, and left the two naked men alone.

Lucy showered, flinching as the hot water licked her tortured asshole. She powered through the pain. It took a couple of minutes to wash away the stickiness of Mike's semen from her eyebrows and hair. After towelling off and getting dressed, she stepped back out of the bathroom. Mike had pulled his clothes back on and was laying on the bed again. Rich seemed blissfully at ease, head tilted back and eyes closed, still naked. He sat on the towel in the chair, his chest hair and pubes matted with cum.

"I'm going to get cleaned up?" Mike asked Lucy. She nodded. She'd be okay alone with the stranger. As she sat on the bed, she heard the bathroom sink running. Mike wasn't showering; he was rushing for her sake. She looked again at the naked man before her, wondering if he was asleep. Her eyes were drawn to his large, muscular thighs. He was manspreading, legs wide. His cock, a dribble of semen oozing onto the terrycloth towel, was limp, but not completely. She again wondered how it would taste if she cleaned him up. Her mouth watered.

"You wanted me inside you, didn't you, Lucy?" Lucy looked up in surprise to see his eyes were open again. He'd been studying her as she had been voyeuristically ogling him. She opened her mouth to refute his presumptuousness, but knew he had read her mind. Rich continued. "I liked how you were looking at me. You're a beautiful woman... I'd have loved to feel myself in you."

Lucy struggled to formulate a response.

"Don't worry," he smiled. "You set the boundaries. I respect that. But boundaries have a way of shifting. And I want you to know that if they do, DM me. I'm very open to almost anything, and I travel a lot."

Lucy blushed, unnerved by his straightforwardness.

"Well," he said, slapping his naked thighs and rising, "your pictures. I think we got some good ones! I'm looking forward to seeing the ones you post." He picked up his camera and pulled the memory card out. As Mike emerged from the bathroom, Rich crossed the room, holding the card out to Lucy. His large, wet cock swung with each step. "I'd invite you to go out for a drink, but I'm guessing you'd rather get home?"

Lucy nodded. "Thank you. We'll post them soon."

They said their goodbyes much less awkwardly than any of them would have expected.

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Mike and Lucy went to bed early the next night with a laptop. Mike had gone through the SD card and deleted the bad photos and repeats. As they lay naked side by side on their bellies, reviewing, she was struck by how happy yet natural they both looked. There were some great ones that Mike would keep for his private spank bank: ones with her face clearly visible, covered in cum or wrapped around his cock. Mike made a show of pointing out the hot anonymous ones to her, enjoying her blushing at the thought of thousands of people ogling her vulnerable body.

She never would have guessed it possible that she or Mike would be comfortable in front of a camera clothed, let alone naked. She paused on one of the early, G-rated candid photos. She was leaning forward slightly, laughing at something the photographer had said while Mike observed her with a reverent smile. She studied the photo again, more critically. The woman in the photo had all the things she hated about her appearance: the effects of time and calories, but her confidence and Mike's doe eyes made them irrelevant somehow. "I forwarded that one to you," he said, "I thought you might want it on your phone."

They made love, still riding the endorphin high of reexperiencing their photographic adventure. But this was tender, private. No toys. No cameras. No spectators. The laptop sat on the bedside table, Lucy mid-laugh still on its screen.

Mike came and shifted as if to roll off and lay beside her. Lucy stopped him, hugging him tight on top of her, kissing him. He relaxed, putting more of his weight on her, their bodies touching in entirety - legs, pubes, bellies, chests. They lay like that, Mike's dick softening inside her until the pull of sleep could be resisted no longer.