A Valentine's Day Anal Surprise

Linda's rhythm slowed, and she'd splayed her legs to produce maximum pressure on her clit. She stopped rocking. Every muscle was taut and tremulous, her skin luminescent. I'm not sure what I heard first, the rattling of the trapeze chains or the low groan emanating from her throat. The chains rattled for thirty seconds, but I couldn't hear them over increasingly loud moans and groans. All student's eyes were on her statuesque form, and some kept drawing.

Eventually, the studio calmed to silence. The only movement was Linda's intense, heavy breathing and her muscles visibly relaxing. She slumped forward, still grasping the trapeze, opened her eyes, and smiled. I moved my hands up under her arms, and she let go of the trapeze to lower onto my chest. I deliberately gauged my embrace to be like Allison's on Tuesday but added in a whisper, "I love you."

Trying to maintain our act, Linda pushed up, rolled off my body, and sat beside me. She looked around and saw the stool. Reaching to grab it, she placed it next to her and threw an arm over the seat to relax.

"You were sublime, Linda. Thank you." Bethany sat on the edge of the stand and smiled. "Please take a few minutes to regroup."

"Bethany, I'm afraid I need a few minutes to pee. Where's the restroom?" She broke the room's considerable tension, and we all laughed.

"Out the door to the left, third door to the right." Bethany paralleled her directions with arm movements.

I sat at the edge of the stand to give Linda and Bethany some space. I was still hard and soaked in Linda's wetness. She doesn't squirt but flows heavily when excited. "I noticed you don't use a robe. You can borrow mine." I offered.

"Thanks, but I'm too messy." She waved her hands over her body.

Bethany shrugged, and Linda hurried off the stage and out the studio door.

"You've handled this well, Eric. Thank you. She's not what I expected."

"She is not the shy young woman I remember. I hope I haven't taken advantage."

"You certainly haven't. Linda knows what she's doing. I'm more concerned about your boundaries, though. Are you okay so far?"

"I told my wife what happened on Tuesday, and she assured me that anything with Linda tonight was fine with her. I'll tell her all the intimate, explicit details. I didn't get much sleep Tuesday night and expect another sleepless night tonight."

Bethany smiled. "Her poses are so intense that I've taken more time than expected. I'll let her do one more of these shorter poses and then discuss the two one-hour-long poses to fill out the class."

"I think it's a safe assumption Linda won't have problems with any pose you'd proposed. Which two are you considering?"

"This cowgirl is a winner, but she may not want to repeat it so soon. The other one I like would have been the last one on Tuesday, the one we weren't able to do a long pose with Allison, both of you on your sides, facing the same direction with you behind. It doesn't sound too exciting, but there's potential."

"I'll do my best."

Linda returned and weaved her way through the student's easels, looking at their work. I heard several "Thank you for the exciting poses" and other compliments.

She made her way to the stand, looking more composed than when she left. "Reporting for duty. Three more short poses."

"Your poses were so wonderful I let them go on longer than planned. Do one shorter pose, and we'll move on to the two one-hour-long poses."

Linda jumped up and stood in the middle of the stand. "Let's get to work. Sit down facing that way." She pointed down in front of her and then to her right. I moved over and sat cross-legged with my hands in my lap, unsuccessfully trying to hide my boner.

"Lean back on your arms." She bent over to push my shoulder back and held it until I extended my arms for support. She bent over farther than necessary, and her breasts hung directly in front of my face. "Put your legs together, bend your knees, and put your feet there." She stood back up and again pointed to where she wanted my feet. It shaped me like a letter M, from my feet to knee to butt to shoulder to hand. It was impossible to hide my cock, which stuck straight up.

Linda looked at my knees and said, "No, that's not quite right," and stepped over my body with her right leg and straddled me, facing my knees. She bent over and put her left hand on my left knee. "Extend your leg," which lowered my knee and increased the bend at her waist.

She put her right hand on my right knee and pushed it to the right. "Leave your knee bent and rest your other leg flat on the stand." She kept her hand on my leg as I lowered it, sliding it up my thigh. It looked like she was carefully guiding my leg down, but as she did, she bent her hips and pushed her ass back. Her hand touched my balls and her pussy pressed against my face simultaneously. She held the contact for three or four seconds, then stood up and twisted around. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I get focused on the pose, and I'm just not thinking. I'm so sorry."

I tried not to laugh. "Don't worry, but how do you fit in here?"

"Like this." She lifted her right leg back over my head and sat down on my left side. She stretched out on her left hip, splitting her legs around my left hand until her pussy touched my wrist. She supported her body on her left elbow and rested her head on my raised thigh near my knee. She lifted her right leg, bent her knee, then arranged her breasts to nestle in the V formed by my thigh and stomach. Finally, she moved her left forearm to touch my balls with her fingers.

Bethany was standing in front of the stand, watching the adjustments. "Another provocative pose, Linda. I want to make sure you're comfortable with it."

"Yes, this feels comfortable and natural." She lowered her voice into a conspiratorial whisper. "But I feel with Eric, you know, hard like this, I should hold him. Do you think it's okay?"

"It would complete the narrative structure of the pose; the intimate time shared between two lovers. Do you agree, Eric?" Bethany arched her eyebrows, and I interpreted it as a plea to let Linda hold my cock.

"It would be consistent with our session on Tuesday. Go ahead." I tried to be reluctant and supportive.

"Then, by all means, Linda, make the final adjustments, and we'll start the timer."

Linda moved her right arm from her side and hooked the base of my cock with her index and middle fingers, and lightly squeezed. Then she moved her left hand to encircle my scrotum with her index finger and thumb, held my balls in her palm, and gently pulled. When she adjusted her head, the tip of my cock was a centimeter from her lips.

When Bethany stepped back and aside, taking in the full pose in its intimate detail. "Wonderful, Linda, absolutely wonderful. I'll start the timer."

Looking at Bethany, Linda hesitated. "Wait. I think it would be more natural if I kissed him." She looked down at the head of my cock.

After a moment's hesitation, Bethany replied. "That would certainly take it to another level. Eric?" I faked a semi-shocked look and a hesitant nod yes. "Go ahead, Linda. I'll start the timer when you're ready."

Linda bent her head down, lifted her eyes to mine, smiled, and placed her lips on the tip of my cock. "Excellent, Linda. I'll begin." Linda then opened her mouth and lowered her lips around my cock, engulfing a third of my length.

Bethany didn't fake her semi-shocked look. I saw her out of the corner of my eye because I kept looking into my lovely wife's eyes as she motionlessly sucked on my cock. Bethany recovered quickly and continued her mentoring duties, praising her student's work and directing their attention to observations or techniques they may have overlooked.

Bethany didn't set a time for the pose, but I figured at least fifteen minutes, making allowance for the two long poses. Watching Linda suck my cock in front of eleven other people was exciting, but it wouldn't bring me to a climax. I wanted to return Linda's favor and moved my left hand to explore her pussy. She expresses thanks with minor leg adjustments to ease access.

Ignoring my digital dexterity, Linda pulled on my balls. She knows my responses so well that if she'd press at the base of my cock and tighten the skin on my shaft, she'd make me come. I suddenly realized that was her plan and had deliberately arranged the pose for that purpose. She pushed against my cock with the big knuckle of her index finger and pulled down on my scrotum to stretch the skin.

Linda knew she'd succeed when I thrust up involuntarily. She looked into my eyes and flashed a smile of excitement and determination. She next abandoned the static pose and noticeably pumped her mouth up and down on my cock in rhythm with her stroking.

I closed my eyes and surrendered. Although my position allowed only quick thrusts into Linda's mouth, I felt the swirl of contraction from the pit of my stomach through the base of my cock. My orgasm was imminent.

I opened my eyes to check the time and saw Bethany approaching the stand. She made it clear she didn't want us to stop and leaned toward Linda's ear to whisper loud enough for me to hear, too, "Don't swallow; we'd all like to see." Bethany quickly moved back among the students.

Linda sat more upright, getting better leverage and opening the view. She smiled and glanced once up at my face, then returned her gaze down to aim at my cock. I extended my neck and straightened my back to brace for the explosion. Linda squeezed and pushed down on the base of my cock and kept my balls tightly in her grip.

I felt two or three contractions and looked down to see my still-twitching cock oozing cum down my shaft and over Linda's hand. She didn't precisely follow Bethany's request and let one load splash inside her mouth. She was licking her lips and allowing a small rivulet of cum to flow from the corner of her mouth.

One rope of cum extended from her left breast, over the nipple, up her chest to her neck and cheek. Another shot must have been a direct hit on her left pigtail since I saw a large glob of cum mixed up in the free end and dripping down onto her left shoulder. The rest of my cum splattered in a Pollack-like pattern near her mouth, chin, and chest.

I didn't know how we could pretend we weren't familiar with each other. I wanted to lean forward to hug and kiss, but we smiled at each other, trying to look surprised this could happen. I leaned back to lie down, temporarily exhausted, and Bethany appeared beside us.

"I don't know what to say. What you've accomplished after one previous session of modeling is incredible. I can't wait to book you for next semester after you've had a few more together. It's time for a quick break before we tackle the longer poses. Are you both okay? Can I get you something?"

We both said, "Some paper towels." We all had another laugh. Willful suspension of disbelief is an incredible illusion.

"I have some in my office. I'll be right back." Bethany headed straight for the door.

I remained supine, catching my breath while Linda moved a few inches farther away and leaned back on her arms. Her sly smile meant she wanted to maintain our fiction. Bethany returned with an entire roll of paper towels and tossed it to Linda. "You need this more than Eric. Let's break until quarter past eight, and we'll set up the next pose. Please roam around to view the artwork or take a restroom break."

Linda tore four or five sheets off the roll and vaguely cleaned herself, leaving a pile of crumpled paper beside her. She tossed the roll, and I followed suit. Linda swung her legs over the edge of the stand and twisted around to look in my direction. "I'm going to clean up more in the restroom. Toss them back." She pointed to the towel roll. I complied, and she took off toward the door.

I needed more recovery time to have any chance of making it through the next two hours. I laid back, cradled my head in my hands, and crossed my ankles. Looking past my toes, I lifted my gaze to the clock. I had eight more minutes, enough time for a quick nap. A female voice from above and behind my head interrupted my thoughts. "Hello, Eric. Am I bothering you?"

Many years before, I took several years of ballet training. While flipping over, I tried to display my skill, but it looked more like a dying fish caught on the beach at low tide. I propped up on my elbows and forearms. "No, not at all."

She was considerate, lowering down to her knees, and we looked at each other on the same level. She placed her hands on the edge of the stand to help keep her balance. "Of course, your posing is wonderful. You modeled in three sessions of a class I took last semester and your two previous times for Bethany in this class. My name's Jennifer, by the way."

She looked younger than me, in her early thirties, and wore a wedding ring. "Pleased to meet you, Jennifer, and thanks so much for the compliment. I rarely hear from students except if there's a complaint."

"I can't imagine anyone complaining."

"They're not so much about me, but the discomfort around nude males. It comes with the territory."

"You've been open and comfortable with Allison and Linda in your poses. I've watched how they've played with your balls. Very exciting." She blushed and looked up, away from me. "The thought of squeezing and pulling on a man's balls feels powerful. Exciting and powerful. My experience has been less than satisfactory; it's a sensitive part of a man's anatomy."

"Thank you for trusting me with your confidence." I reached to place a hand on top of hers. "I've always enjoyed that kind of stimulation. I'm lucky to be married to a woman who finds pleasure in handling me that way. We were open to those experiences from the start of our relationship and have grown to trust each other completely. Allison and Linda seem similarly inclined, and I assume they are skilled through practice. Of course, one must have a willing partner on whom to practice. I can ask Linda to talk with you."

"Sure. I should get back to my easel. Everyone's coming back. Thanks for listening."

"I'll tell Linda. Good luck."

With clocks on three walls, I only had to look up to see the break was almost over. I turned to my right side and saw most of the students had returned, including Linda. She talked with one of the male students who sat on a tall stool and pointed to various parts of his drawings clipped to the easel in front of him.

Linda leaned back and forth across his easel to point at drawings and moved in such a way her swaying breasts kept pressing against his arm. She needed to hold her hand on this thigh for support as well. My first assumption was she was keeping to our charade, but she may have had something else in mind.

Bethany returned, sat on the stage, and casually put her hand on my left hip. She had touched me many times when I modeled with the skeleton a few weeks ago, pinpointing a joint or muscle attachment to compare with a live body. She'd never handled me in this casually intimate fashion. It felt like some unknown Valentine's Day virus infected the studio.

Bethany waved to Linda to start again. "You two need something easy after those last two poses, so I'd like you to do the reclining pose next. Eric did the five-minute set-up with Allison on Tuesday, but she had to leave before doing the long version. You're taller, Linda, so there'll be a different geometry you'll have to work out. Unfortunately, there won't be much opportunity for the intimate contact you've had but use the time to gather strength for the last pose."

I swung my legs around to get on all fours. "I'll get the bolsters. Bethany, do you want to move the stand back toward the changing room to allow more space for frontal views? I think that's where all the interest will be."

"An excellent idea, Eric. It's fine where it is for a short warm-up, but there's nothing to see, except your cute ass, of course, from the back."

Bethany turned and announced to the class. "This will be a reclining pose like Allison and Eric did on Tuesday. We're moving the stage back to make space for everyone in front. Please rearrange yourselves."

The three of us pushed the stage as far as Bethany thought appropriate, kicking the bolsters out from underneath as we moved. Bethany helped rearrange the easels, and Linda and I set up the pose. I picked up the bolsters and whispered, "We've done this pose. It should be fun."

She whispered too, but more frantically. "I'm so fucking horny, Eric. If I can't get your cock stuffed somewhere soon, I'll have to find someone who will. I came a few minutes ago, but sucking you off triggered my pussy. I gave in to Bethany's request and let you shoot all over me rather than sucking it down. I only got a taste in my mouth, but it was enough to get me going again. I tried to frig in the toilet, but people kept coming in. It was too damned chaotic, and I couldn't concentrate. At least here on the stage, people quietly leave you to your business. Shit."

I couldn't abide Linda's distress, and regardless of the consequences, I held her head and kissed her forehead. My hands slid over her shoulders, down her shoulder blades, over her back, and grasped her ass cheeks firmly, one in each hand. I pulled her into my cock against her pubic mound and stomach. "Hey, beautiful, hold me. We'll fuck on this stage, maybe in your ass. We have to be patient."

I felt her whole body relax, and she leaned back to look into my eyes. "Oh, Eric, that'll be worth the wait. Let's go."

We organized the bolsters with the long axis of the stage. Linda studied the studio and pushed one corner of the stand back a half foot to angle us toward the audience when lying on our right sides. She stepped up and began positioning herself.

Bethany moved an easel from the front of the stage and paused next to me. "Linda looked upset. Is she okay?"

"Just a minor panic attack. Linda left her dog at home and couldn't remember giving the sitter all the instructions. She said she might have to go home to make sure. I reassured her it would be alright. Don't worry." I leaned in closer to whisper, "Is it me, or is this a fuckin' weird night."

Bethany started with a single chuckle, then another, and a cascade of full-out laughter. I've never seen her break up like that. She shook her head and resumed her relocation efforts after patting me on my ass.

I turned back to Linda while she crawled into position on the bolster. She asked, "What happened with Bethany?"

I could only think to stick with one story. "Not much. She's worried about leaving her dog home alone. I told her a friend's daughter runs an exclusive dog-sitting service and that I'd get the contact number to her tomorrow. You saw her obvious relief."

Linda lay on her right side, her right arm extended straight beyond her head, flat on the stage, and bent at the elbow with her head propped up on her hand. Her legs flexed at the hips and knees, with her left leg resting directly on her right. She looked beautiful and supremely sexy. Her luscious body curved from her head, sloping to her waist, rising over her hips and thighs, and descending to her feet.

Linda is always aware of the fullness and placement of her breasts and enjoys them as much as I do. She took care of their display, held her left arm underneath her breasts, and compressed them within the frame of her arm. I kept staring at her marble-like nipples and realized my well-worn cock was reawakening. I smiled and forced myself to look up from her breasts and into her eyes.

I sat on the stage, partially blocking the artist's view, and took a page from Linda's first pose. I placed her limbs by touch, not voice. Sitting on my knees with my butt on my heels, I turned my hand palm up and inserted it between her legs at her knees. I lifted her left leg until it was vertical and formed an exciting triangle within the boundary of her foot, knee, cunt, and stage.