Don't Mind the Photographer

"Cum inside me," she said in a low voice, "fuck me full of your cum, James."

And he did.

He seized in ecstasy, groaning loudly, muscles clenched as he hilted himself inside of her. She joined the moment, straining her hips upwards, grinding against him, milking his throbbing dick as he was bound in the throes of his orgasm.

"Holy shit," he groaned, still rigid, his body twitching as he strained against her.

"Holy shit," he repeated, softer this time as his body started to ease.

He took a deep breath, released it, and kissed Ashleigh -- a slow, passionate kiss. She melted beneath him, and they relaxed into each other. He nuzzled into her hair, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him, gently stroking his back.

"Hey Tony," she said quietly. "Want to get your shot?"

"Yes," I said quietly. "Yes, please."

James slowly disentangled himself from his wife. She lay in a perfect ray of light, her skin radiant in the husky pink sunset. In a second I was between her thighs with the phone, her pussy filling the screen -- wet, swollen, glowing. She spread her lips with her fingers and flexed, and a trickle of translucent white cum spilled out of her.

I was transfixed, taking pictures and staring at her pussy and the oozing mess they had made.

The smell of them together was intoxicating -- his cum, her juices, their sweat.

"Hey, Tony," James interjected. "How's it going down there?"

I looked up at him. James was propped up on one elbow, relaxing next to his wife. His glistening cock lay against his thigh, slowly softening. He absentmindedly stroked his wife's abdomen. They both looked down at me, amused and curious.

I sat up, suddenly self-conscious of my position between Ashleigh's legs, my rock-hard erection, and the unbelievably intense intimacy I just witnessed.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"That was amazing." I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to collect myself. I looked over them, my eyes lingering on the light playing across Ashleigh's breasts, the gentle folds of her pussy, and James's cock -- softer now, but still slick and wet.

"That was awesome." I wasn't sure what to say, and I was so aroused I could barely think straight. "I think we got some great pictures. Both of you were great. Thank you."

My stomach was clenched, my heart was racing, and my cock was so hard it throbbed with every beat of my heart.

"So," Ashleigh cleared her throat and glanced at James. They exchanged an indecipherable look, and she continued. "How are you doing, Tony? It seems you're the only one unsatisfied." She grinned and gave my cock a pointed look.

I looked down at myself, then back at her. I felt completely overwhelmed. I had no idea what to do. My cock twitched eagerly; the desire to bury it in her hot, tight depths was almost overpowering, but I would have died before asking for that.

"Tony!" James barked, holding up his hand to get my attention.

I looked at him, startled.

"Tony. What do you want?" He gave me a grin, and continued. "We're not going to be happy customers unless you get a happy ending. You can have almost anything you want -- but you can't fuck her."

I glanced at Ashleigh. She gave me an encouraging nod.

I took a deep breath and sighed. After a few seconds of awkward contemplation, I turned back to James. "I want to satisfy myself while looking at your wife's beautiful pussy." I reached down, squeezed my cock, and gave it a slow, firm stroke.

James laughed, holding my gaze. "It is a beautiful pussy, isn't it?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Could she --" I began, and paused. They looked at me expectantly. I met Ashleigh's eyes.

"Ash, could you straddle my face while I lay on the bed?"

Ashleigh's laugh was nearly a cackle. "Tony, you've been between my thighs all evening, of course... but... you might get dripped on."

I grinned. "I think that's kind of hot, actually."

James snorted back a laugh.

"Enough chitter-chatter, boys!" Ashleigh giggled, sat up, and pointed at me. "Assume the position, Tony!"

I gleefully obliged, climbed onto the bed, and lay down on my back. I had a wild grin on my face and I was already stroking myself when Ashleigh stood up and planted her feet on either side of my head. She stood over me with a wide stance, knees bent, lowering her pussy toward me while she held onto the headboard.

Ashleigh started playing with her pussy and gyrating her hips as I jerked off in a frenzy, one hand squeezing and stroking at a furious pace while the other cupped my balls. I was already on the edge when I saw a pale white drop of fluid accumulate in the folds of her beautiful pussy.

I knew that was the end.

That little glob of cum fell out of her and landed in my graying chest hair -- and I exploded. I swear to God my guts turned inside out in heaving waves of pleasure. I was transported to a different realm, and when I regained a toehold on reality, both James and Ashleigh were laughing with delight.

"Holy... shit." I mumbled, still struggling to find my way back into the real world.

Ashleigh giggled, looking down at me. "Did you like that, Tony?"

She wiggled her hips, stepped to the side, and sat down next to her husband, leaning into him.

I stared at the ceiling, catching my breath, and gently massaged my slowly deflating erection.

"Goddamn," I muttered. "That was something else."

I looked down to see my chest and stomach splattered with thick streamers of jizz. It didn't stop at my chest, either. I reached up and felt it on my neck -- and the pillow behind me.

I laughed as I propped myself up into a sitting position, not sure what to do with all of the cum trickling off my torso and onto the duvet. "Goddamn." I repeated myself, lost for words. I looked at Ashleigh and James and chuckled again. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome," Ashleigh said softly.

"Any time," James said with a smirk.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing completely.

After a moment, James stood up and started picking up his clothes from the floor. Ashleigh excused herself to use the restroom. I just lay there, taking it all in and catching my breath.

I looked out the window at the maroon skyline and couldn't help but think: I wonder if they'll want pregnancy pictures?