Stripped In Public By The Photographer E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Stripped In Public By The Photographer

Leseprobe

Stripped in Public by the Photographer

(Cuckold Exhibitionism Ménage)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

A Quick Romp

I never thought that the rich and famous photographer would choose me of all the more experienced women in his catalogue to model for him.

Andrea Tecchia has made quite a name for himself in the world of photography with his alluring works of art and ability to make even the fattest hog look like a demure Cinderella. I bit my lip and turned to look at my husband, whose eyes were glued to the laptop screen.

"Do you think I'm ugly, Tom?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm... sure dear," he responded, his finger clicking the mouse frantically.

"I asked if you thought I was ugly!" I said, louder this time.

"Sure, anything you like," he said, probably responding to my imaginary question of whether I should get that new dress I've been eyeing on eBay. My eyes lingered at the bookmarked page but I quickly shook my head to make me focus on my current predicament.

"Why do I even bother?" I groaned, walking behind him to check out what had captured his interest so completely.

"Sorry dear, I'm a little busy," he said, blue eyes reflecting the role playing game. I was surprised to find that he was playing a scantily dressed woman with a ridiculously large sword, slashing away with the strength that professional weight lifters would be envious of.

"Would you like to have sex tonight?" I tried.

That certainly got his attention. He swiveled around in his seat, giving me his undivided attention. "What'd you say?" he asked.

"Andrea wants to do a photo shoot of me," I said.

"Andrea... who?"

"The Italian photographer I was talking to you about?" I sighed, "he wants to fly me to Italy and take pictures of me."

"Oh, sure!" he said without much of a thought.

I smiled, glad to have such a supportive husband. Though there are days when instead of having my back, I wished he had a job.

He got up, pulling his shirt off completely, "So... about what you said earlier..."

I laughed, "Oh, so that's the only part you heard?"

"My brain only focuses on the most vital part of the conversation," he said, waltzing towards me.

I grinned, glad that even two years after getting married, he was still so eager to have sex with me. "Should've we be over the honeymoon period by now?"

"Who says it has to end?" he asked, his hands under my armpits to pull me up and out of my chair. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered into my ears, "and you are as beautiful as the day I married you."

I all but melted under his compliment, reminded once again of why I had fallen in love with him in the first place. "I thought you were too busy to pay attention to me," I said.

"I always listen when you talk," he said. His hands roamed over the small of my back, tracing down my spine until he found the edge of my shirt. I gasped as he slipped his hand under my shirt, warm fingers caressing naked skin to send shivers through me.

"Mmm... that feels good," I murmured, learning into his chest.

His fingers gripped my back tightly and I felt the unmistakable bump of his erection pressing against me. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world," he said, his teeth grazing the nape of my shoulder.

I giggled, "Only to you."

"It's true!" he said, "And I bet you'd look even better naked!" he pulled my shirt up until it covered my head and wrapped the shirt on my head and my [...]