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Boudoir Cuckold
I was eager to surprise my wife Lori with the boudoir photoshoot package I purchased for our anniversary. After twelve years of marriage things were becoming a bit stale in the bedroom and I thought it would spice things up. When I presented the package of details to Lori she jumped up and down with excitement. On the day of the shoot she got up early, showered, fretted over whether or not to wear makeup, and left the house with a happy bounce in her step.
It was almost an hour later before I heard from her. When my phone dinged to let me know I’d received a message I scooped it up eager to hear how things were going. There was a photo from Lori along with her messages. My wife was lounging back on a plush couch wearing a sheer pink nightie with only a pink bra and pink thong under it. Other than her wedding ring a necklace, her outfit was a pair of pink heels. With one of her legs bent the photo showed off most of her body as she smiled at the camera.
After staring at her photo, my dick getting hard, I read her messages…
> Oh my God, Honey!
> Thank you so much for my surprise.
> This is going to be so much fun.
> I just have this feeling, like this will be an amazing day.
Smiling happily I responded…
> I’m glad you like it.
> Hopefully everything and everyone is very professional.
> The website made it seem like they are.
It took a few minutes before she messaged again…
> The photographer, Sam, is very nice.
> When you scheduled this and paid for it, did you know that Sam was a man?
I stopped and read the message again before answering…
> Oh, no, I didn’t know that Sam was a man.
> I figured the photographer would be a woman.
> You know, to take photos of a woman.
> Does it bother you? Do you want to reschedule?
Another few minutes passed before my wife responded…
> No. It doesn’t bother me.
> I’m just surprised that you’re okay with another man seeing me like this.
My feelings about it weren’t clear, but thinking about it did make me uneasy. As long as Lori was happy though I was determined to be okay with it. Worried that maybe she was searching for an excuse to back out though, I texted…
> What do you mean by ‘seeing you like this’?
Lori’s response was immediate…
> Wearing revealing lingerie.
> My legs out on display.
> And of course wearing these “fuck me” heels.
I hadn’t realized how sultry her outfit really was the first time I looked at the photo. Staring at it again I saw what she meant by the heels being rather suggestive. As my dick swelled in my pants I said…
> Honey, you’re making me hard.
> If all of your photos come out looking this good, it’s worth it.
> Besides, these people are professionals.
> I’m sure they’ve seen it all before.
Keeping my eyes on the photo I struggled to keep my hand off my dick. Then Lori responded…
> I love that I’m making you hard.
> And you’re right. I’m sure that Sam is a professional.
> So nothing to worry about.
The longer I stared at the photo the harder my dick got. Finally I couldn’t resist any longer and unzipped my pants. As I softly teased my erection I grabbed a wad of tissues to catch my inevitable load. That was when I had a wicked thought. If the photographer, Sam, was a man then perhaps my wife could tease him as well. Somehow the idea of Lori getting another man hard thrilled me and I had to release my dick to avoid cumming immediately.
Carefully I sent a message to my wife…
> Know what would be really hot?
> What if you teased the photographer?
> Get him as hard as you’ve made me?
It was a few minutes before Lori responded…
> Really?
> You want me to tease Sam?
> I mean… I will if you actually mean it.
> But be careful what you wish for.
My dick throbbed in response to Lori being open to the idea. Teasing my dick with just my finger and thumb I said…
> Yes. I actually want you to do it.
> Really. Go ahead and tease him.
A ding from my phone indicated the arrival of a new photo. I held still, letting my cock rest between my fingers, as I opened the photo and looked at it. It showed Lori kneeling in a chair, facing away from the camera. She was looking over her shoulder with a huge smile, her dimples as deep as I’d seen them. With her leg hand she was lifting her lingerie, showing off all of her leg up to her barely covered ass.
Then Lori’s messages arrived…
> How about this?
> Is this what you had in mind?
> Pushing my ass out, lifting the lingerie.
> Is this what you want?
The throbbing of my dick was noticeable even though my fingers barely touched my shaft. I felt on the verge of cumming and my head swam. My imagination went rampant, barraging me with images of Lori in dozens of poses while smiling for the camera and wearing very little. Setting my phone on the counter, I typed out my response as quickly as I could with one finger…
> Yes. That’s what I was imagining.
> You’ve got my dick so hard.
> I’m aching for release.
Another photo dinged into my phone. This one was Lori standing in front of the couch she’d been lounging on before. She was turned away from the camera, bent forward so her upper body was mostly blocked by her ass. Her legs were crossed, looking amazingly long and athletic in the heels. The nightie had ridden up so most of her ass was exposed, the pink thong the only thing preventing the camera from seeing her pussy.
Next her messages loaded…
> Look at this, is this how you want me to tease Sam?
> I feel exposed.
> This lingerie isn’t really concealing much anyway.
> It’s thrilling though, giving Sam a peek and knowing that I’m making you hard.
My imagination went into overdrive and I picture myself standing behind Lori, sliding my hard dick into her pussy while she wore those heels, bent over the couch, and someone took photos as we fucked. Though I wasn’t ready to cum, my body disagreed, and even though my dick was held lightly between my fingers it started spasming. Panicked I dropped my phone and snatched up the tissues, doing my best to contain my orgasm and prevent making a mess.
Once I’d finished cumming my head rolled with vertigo. The strength of my orgasm had surprised me. With a pleased chuckle I tossed the tissues in the bin and picked up my phone. As I walked to the living room, intent on sitting on the couch and watching the game, I sent Lori a message…
> I hope you’re enjoying the day, because I just did.
> Just had the hardest cum of my life.
> Looking at your photos got me so hot.
> It was really surprising.
Less than a minute later Lori said…
> Well surprise, Honey!
> Sam liked my teasing so much that he stripped naked to tease me.
> So now I’m posing while looking at his…
> surprisingly large dick and trying not to smile too much.
I had just settled into the couch and turned the game on, but froze reading her messages. A bit worried I said…
> It was just supposed to be you teasing him.
> I think him getting naked, to tease you, isn’t professional at all.
> You should have him get dressed.
A photo showed up. This time Lori was sitting on the couch, facing the camera, with her legs pressed together at the knees but angled so the camera could almost see her thong. She was smiling and pretending to peek over nonexistent glasses at Sam as eh stood next to her. Sam was also facing the camera, naked, with his dark muscular body fully on display including the thick cock hanging in front of him that was half the size of Lori’s forearm even though he was soft.
Then Lori’s messages arrived…
> You wanted me to tease him.
> So I did.
> What’s the matter? Don’t you like this photo?
My eyes wouldn’t focus on Lori, instead drawn to the massive black dick hanging near her. With shaking hands and a sinking feeling in my stomach, I said…
> No, that’s not the kind of photo I want to see.
> I want to see you, not him.
> That’s what I paid for.
The minutes ticked by without a response. I sat nervously staring at my phone. After nearly fifteen minutes Lori finally responded…
> Well Honey, how about this photo?
It took another minute for the photo to arrive. This photo was black and white, unlike the others before. Lori was lying on a bed, away from the camera, one leg playfully in the air. The angle left most of her ass exposed to the camera, and I wasn’t able to determine if she was still wearing the pink thong. On the far side of the bed stood Sam, turned sideways so his halfhard dick hung toward Lori’s face.
Taking a deep breath to calm my shaking hands, I sent some of the questions swirling around my head…
> Where is your thong?
> Is Sam still naked?
> Is he getting hard?
> Why is he getting hard?
Lori’s response arrived a minute later…
> Yes, he’s still naked.
> I don’t know where my panties are. Around here somewhere.
> I suspect he’s getting hard for the same reason you are…
> because he’s looking at me.
I quickly said…
> I just came, I’m not hard anymore.
> Is this photo supposed to be black and white?
> Or did something go wrong.
Another minute passed as I sat in silent, slowly growing agony, before Lori answered…
> Yes, black and white photos now.
> Sam thought they’d go well with my black ‘in’ white experience.
My body went stiff and my mind reeled as my imagination flooded my thoughts with images of my wife sucking the thick black cock hanging near her face. Feeling like I’d been gutpunched, I involuntarily let out a huff. After rubbing my eyes and looking at Lori’s last photo again, my hands started to shake.
Typing slowly, careful to get the words right, I asked…
> What do you mean by that?
Again the minutes passed without an answer and I started to panic. I opened the photo and scrutinized every detail. From the way Lori was positioned, and how close Sam was standing, it seemed like they were barely inches apart. It was difficult to tell, but it seemed like the top of her nightie and the bra were askew, possibly exposing her breasts to Sam.
Then my gaze latched onto the big black cock and the bright white spots along the shaft. In black and white it was obvious those spots were reflections of light. Their spacing and shape matched the thick vein running along the side of his dick. Just as I realized that nothing else in the photo was reflecting light that way, and it meant his cock was wet with something, my phone dinged.
There was two quick messages from Lori…
> Nothing, don’t worry about it.
> I didn’t mean anything by it.
That did nothing to calm my panic and I found myself struggling to type a coherent response. All I managed to do was send a dozen messages that were meaningless strings of words that failed to convey my concern. When I didn’t get an immediate response from Lori my emotions flared and my fingers flew sending repeated messages begging for a response.
Eventually I realized that Lori wasn’t going to respond quickly. My mind needed to know why. So I poured over her previous messages and photos, desperate to make sense of everything. The only thing that accomplished was creating more confusion. Deep down part of me worried that Lori was having with Sam, and that part kept fueling the paranoia and discomfort rattling me.
After thirty minutes I’d settled into flipping between her photos. While moving around the house, unable to get comfortable, I held my phone tightly and stared at her photos. In her last photo Lori had a grin while she stared at Sam’s dick dangling nearby. I wondered what they’d said to each other, what conversation they’d had as she convinced him to stand that close. Despite my swirling thoughts and emotions my dick got hard again. As I moved around I tried to ignore it. But looking at my wife’s photos and reading her messages stirred my imagination which fueled my erection.
Over sixty minutes later my phone finally dinged with a message from Lori…
> Wow Honey!
> You sent a lot of messages in the last hour.
> You sound kind of panicked.
Thankful to hear from her I said…
> You had me so worried.
> What were you doing?
Lori’s response came quickly…
> What I was doing for the last hour really isn’t any of your concern.
> Let’s just say that after an hour of Sam putting me in different positions…
> And making me feel incredibly y…
> We’re back to taking photos that you can see.
That didn’t calm me down, so I asked…
> What did you mean by a black ‘in’ white experience?
Immediately my wife said…
> Nothing. I was joking.
> How do you like this photo?
> It’s in color so you can see how deep pink the skirt is.
Then a photo showed up. It was Lori sitting on a plus bench similar to the chair and couch from earlier. She had on a sheer white top that was tied loosely between her breasts, a large pink skirt that was excessively frilly, and the same pink heels as before. Lori was leaning casually, smiling at the camera, but her hair was messier and looked damp. Under the lights the sheer shirt was almost completely seethrough, Lori’s breasts and hard nipples easy to see.
My hard dick throbbed and ached for release looking at the photo. Worried, I typed…
> Is that top see through or is it a trick of the camera?
> Because it looks like you aren’t wearing a bra.
It took a minute before Lori responded…
> Yes, this top is seethrough.
> And no. I’m not wearing a bra.
> I’m not wearing anything under this skirt either.
On its own my hand snaked down to my dick and was lightly stroking. When I read my wife’s message my dick nearly exploded. Part of me needed to see that Lori wasn’t wearing panties, but my brain and emotions didn’t want Sam to see that. Unfortunately the part of me that was horny was also beyond my control and it sent my next message…
> I really want to see that.
> Please, show me.
Quickly Lori answered…
> No, I’m not showing you that.
> Don’t be crude.
Desperate to see, desperate to know, and desperate to orgasm I said…
> Please, Honey, please!
> I’m begging. Literally on my knees begging.
> I need to see. I want to see you.
> Please, please, please.
A few minutes passed without a response. I gripped my dick in my hand but held still, my imagination and Lori’s last photo were enough to keep me hard. And I knew that if I put too much pressure on my dick that I’d orgasm and I was desperately waiting for her next photo.
Finally Lori said…
> Fine Honey! Here you go.
> Can you see in this photo that I’m not wearing panties?
Almost immediately a photo loaded. It was Lori standing, facing toward a corner, but glancing over her shoulder at the camera while smirking. She was lifting the pink skirt, but the excessive amount of frills blocked most of the view. All that was visible were her legs, from the heels up to one side of her partially exposed ass.
My dick throbbed in frustration, so I said…
> No, I can’t.
> The angle isn’t good enough.
> I can’t see anything.
Lori responded…
> Aww, that’s too bad, Honey.
> I know that Sam can see.
With my heart in my throat and dick in my hand, I asked…
> How do you know that?
Instantly she said…
> Because I bent over and flashed him.
The idea that a stranger, the photographer, had seen up my wife’s skirt when she wasn’t wearing panties was simultaneously thrilling and infuriating. Unable to control my body, my hand stroked my dick slowly as my imagination conjured the scene of Sam on kneeling behind my wife, looking up her skirt with his camera. It was enough to push me to the edge of orgasm and I had to snap my hand away to avoid cumming.
While I struggled with my arousal and frustration, I sent my wife…
> Why would you flash him? A stranger?
> Why would you do that?
> You said it was crude.
> Are you really okay with him, Sam, a stranger and a black man seeing you like that?
Lori’s answer arrived quickly…
> Honey, you’re being silly.
> Sam has seen everything already anyway.
> Well that’s not exactly true…
> I kept the “fuck me” heels on the entire time.
I breathed hard and fought to keep my hand off my dick…
> You’ve let him see all of you?
> You’ve been nude in front of him, except for the heels?
> How could you?
It took a minute before she answered…
> It’s only fair.
> Sam should get to take all of me in.
> Because I’ve taken all of him in.
My dick throbbed and I grabbed it, squeezing tight to control it, before responding…
> What does that mean?
> You’ve taken all of him in sounds… inappropriate.
> I’m worried by some of the things you’ve said.
Lori’s first response was quick…
> Stop worrying.
> It’s just an expression.
However a few long minutes passed while I waited for more, squeezing my dick to stop the throbbing, while feeling my heartbeat through my shaft. Eventually Lori added…
> Oh my!
> I don’t think you’re going to hear from me for a while.
> It looks like Sam is up for putting me in more positions.
> And I’m definitely ready for my next experience.
> Since these photos are in color and not blackandwhite…
> we can’t really call this a black ‘in’ white experience.
> Instead let’s call it a ‘black deep in pink’ experience.
That was too much for me to resist. My imagination forced images of Lori taking Sam’s dark cock deep in her pussy and her bright pink labia stretched tight, clinging desperately to his thick shaft. With a tight grip on my dick and my hand moving on its own, I orgasmed. Cum blasted out of my dick. Even though I groaned loudly all I could hear were my wife’s imaginary moans.
Once I’d finished cumming and blinked my eyes to clear my vision, I saw the mess I’d made. Suddenly the feelings of shame, fear, and anger washed over me. While I scrubbed up my cum I wanted desperately to hear from Lori. By the time I was done cleaning the logical portion of my brain had almost convinced me that Lori wasn’t actually having with Sam.
Enough doubt lingered though. After a while of not hearing from Lori I started pacing around the house again. Each time I looked at my phone, finding nothing from my wife, I wanted to send a message and ask what she was doing. The idea of getting the answer I feared made me not send anything, but it also aroused me and if I hadn’t already cum twice I might have gotten hard again.
It was hours later, near the end of the day, when Lori finally messaged…
> Hey Honey.
> Sorry that it’s been hours since you heard from me.
ero
