I Wish My Wife was This Dirty Pt. 02

He didn't pay any attention to me, which as I learned later was to avoid any awkwardness. Straight down to business, he took a position legs slightly apart, standing in front of Zoe, who was by now seated on the sofa with her legs slightly apart, to reveal her pussy in what I was told later was an 'upskirt' shot. Beth began to move around the room with her camera. Zoe took Paul's cock in her hands and gently caressed it. It started to grow and she edged her face closer. Her mouth opened and her lips kissed the tip of Paul's cock. I saw her tongue flick at the slightly exposed slit as her lazy stroking along the shaft of his cock started to peel back his foreskin. As she continued, his cock was growing in both length and width.

My breathing was heavy again, and I tried to keep still and quiet. Zoe stood and motioned to Paul to sit. Evidently Zoe had decided that there was to be no commentary for this performance. Paul sat back on the sofa as instructed and slowly wanked himself towards a full erection. My God! How much bigger was this thing going to get?! Zoe arranged herself, kneeling on the floor and leant forward so that his by now seven inches of solid cock was between her tits (I am starting to use rude words here, have you noticed?). She pushed her tits together and wrapped them around the beautiful fully-exposed purple-headed cock, and then moved the whole assembly up and down. Paul let out a few small moans, and Zoe whispered her encouragement. Beth moved in close, and I noticed that she had removed her top, and that she was caressing her nipples with her free hand. I stood up to get a closer look of the action too. I could see from Zoe's breasts that some liquid had emerged from the slit of Paul's cock. Apparently this is called pre-cum (I won't say that I'm anything like an expert, but I'm learning). I wonder now if you are know all this stuff already. What sort of sex-life have you been having for all these years? Because I realise now what I have been missing. I wonder what you have been up to? You must have felt desire, because I've seen how you are with other women, and how they flirt with you. I don't want to think about picturing you in the act with another woman, but I wonder if you have needed sexual relief - you must do. Do you masturbate? How often? What material do you use to... assist you? I realise that I have smothered any thoughts I might have had, and therefore discussion between us of this situation between us.

Zoe backed off, and sensing the climax, she reclined on her knees and supported herself with both hands on the floor. Her tits were now exposed for Paul's pulsating cock. Paul went to take his cock, but I beat him to it. The shaft was hot to the touch, throbbing and veiny, my thumb and fore-fingers could barely touch each other when I took him in hand. I moved my grip up and down this mighty cock, the head shining and glistening. Zoe's eyes bulged and she started to say something. I smiled and mouthed

"It's lovely!"

She smiled back, looked to Paul and parted her lips again, this time she opened wide and nodded. Paul guided my hand towards Zoe's face and I tossed him off into her mouth. One! Two! Three! Four! How many more?! The first giant pulse produced a clear splat of the remainder of Paul's precum which landed on Zoe's upper lip. The second was a thicker creamier string of juice reaching from her chin to the top of the cheek. The third must have hit bullseye as her tongue began to move. The fourth heavy blob of cum landed on the side of her nose, and then the fifth, sixth and seventh, and by the time they reached double figures the spasms had diminished to mere twitches, but they all added to the reservoir of cum in Zoe's mouth. I squeezed another few droplets out which Zoe took on her tongue. Beth's camera zoomed in on Zoe's face. I, and the cock, the star of this show, moved away.

Zoe sat up and let the sperm dribble from the corners of her mouth onto her chin. She licked her lips whilst Beth focussed on the rivulets of cum with her lens as they flowed down Zoe's face and dripped onto her heaving tits. Zoe ran her finger over her nose and worked the cum onto her nipples and around her lips

"Hmm, lovely lipgloss!" she murmered.

Paul's cock began to subside, but not before Zoe took the whole length into her mouth and by the look of her cheeks gave it a massive suck. She released it with a smile and wiping her face again blew the camera a kiss.

The four of us were either standing or sitting. No one said a word. The air was thick.

"Hi, I'm Paul, we've not met. You must be Anita."

Paul offered me his hand.

"Hello Paul. Nice to meet you."

I paused, searching for words, and said something like I thought he must the first man whose cock I shaken before his hand, but clumsily added that there weren't many men whose cocks I shaken anyway. Which produced some laughter from the three of them, and the tension eased a little.

I apologised for getting involved but found that I couldn't stop myself. Beth and Zoe said that they were so pleased that I was so at ease to want to do it, let alone actually do it. Zoe gave me a hug and said that it had made her day, and was sure a mysterious female hand would only add to the movie. She made her excuses and cleaned up her face in the bathroom. Paul also left the room. Beth fiddled with the cameras, and I tried to gather my senses. When she returned in jeans and T-shirt Zoe took the offered memory cards from Beth. Paul returned from another room and handed me a business card with a smile and a conspiratorial wink.

We bade our farewells, and got into Zoe's car. She said she liked to get away quickly after a session at Beth's when Paul was around as she suspected that Beth would be urgently looking forward to Paul's tongue!

"I don't know what to say about all of this Zoe"

I started, on the way to her house.

"Don't try, Anita."

and she went onto a different tack to say that Beth always gave Zoe the pics and videos on the memory card, and that she wanted to look at them immediately as

"I know what Beth's like."

We arrived at Zoe's place. It's a lovely little cottage on the other side of our village that she moved into some months after her husband died.

"I decided that I needed a different place - it's good to have memories, but too many became painful in our old house"

she told me as she pored over her computer in the kitchen.

"I thought so!"

It turned out that Beth had taken a few sneaky photos of me.

"They are really good! Here look, she's really captured you."

In one photo I had a dreamy look on my face and a finger touching my nipple through the bra. The other one was a close-up of Paul's erection with my wide-eyed open-mouthed face in the background.

"I don't want you to think that there are any compromising photos or videos of you that you don't know about, so I'm putting these onto a memory stick for you, and deleting them from the memory card."

Zoe dropped me off at home by 8pm.

"I've got some editing to do, perhaps you'd like to see the end results tomorrow, Anita?"

We made a date for the next day, as you were not due back for another few, and I closed the front door behind me.

I made myself comfortable and with a cup of tea, I looked at the business card Paul had given me. It was a normal-looking card - 'B&P Photography and Video Service'. I looked up the web-site address on my Smartphone. It was fairly unremarkable. Then I turned over the card, which has a slightly different address and an eight-digit number. I tried this one. 'Welcome to Beth and Paul's photo and video service. Please take a look around at what we offer for our special friends, our customer reviews and the galleries and please get in touch if there's anything we can help you with'. Half an hour later, having read the glowing references and studying the photos I have to admit that I was in my stilettos, stockings and suspenders again, feet apart, lying back on the sofa one hand tweaking a nipple, and the other circling my clitoris. I had a massive orgasm.

When we had our skype chat later that evening I think you noticed that I didn't appear to have a top on. I could see that your eyes were transfixed to the bottom of the screen and my cleavage rather than looking me in the eye. You seemed to be having problems concentrating. I was ready with an explanation, but you never asked. I was also a bit thrilled too, exposing myself like that to you, even though I made sure I never moved enough to reveal my nipples. If I admit that I was also turned on by the possibility of someone in the background seeing me too, would that shock you? Well, in fact I was stark naked, and my finger kept on finding its way to my clit as we spoke. Perhaps you thought that I wasn't concentrating on the conversation either. No, I was not. I suppose that the rut we have got into over the years has meant that a sex life, let alone taking about it, has become a no-go zone for us. That day with Zoe was exhilarating and I learned things about myself which I now realise I had been hiding for years - hidden behind the day to day needs of work and c***dren. Our intimacy, or lack of it, is both of our responsibilities and I know how difficult it has been for me to open up and write this. I have no idea what you think of me after what happened at the hotel. Nor, after what you have read what I have written here. I had got to the point of thinking that I had nothing much to lose and everything to gain, so when we stayed away I had something packed, just in case. When I saw you flirting with the receptionist and eyeing up those women in the bar I thought to myself, why not? I will let myself go a little bit, and having seen Zoe in action, I had some moves I could put into action. Am I a disgusting slut in your eyes, or perhaps this might bring us together again? I really hope so.