The Naive Wife Boudoir Turned Model - Sex Stories

The Naive Wife Boudoir Turned Model

... this picture? What do you think when you see this picture?"

"Amy, come on."

"Tell me, Brian. Tell me or I am not giving you this book."

"Think of jerking off to your big boobs and coming on your face like this," stroking his dick faster.

"What about this one?" showing him a pic in the blue nightie in front of the fireplace, her bare ass showing looking over her shoulder. "My ass is bare, here."

"Oh my god," seeing her bare ass and sexy nightie. "The camera guy saw your bare ass, Amy!" stroking faster.

"I was dripping wet showing him my bare ass. Posing for him, taking pictures of my ass," she teased him.

That was all it took, and he came in his hand, pumping his dick furiously.

"You like that, huh? I might do it again," testing him.

"Do more photos like that?' he asked, pulling his pants up, wiping the small amount of cum onto his pants.

"Yes. he asked me to pose for him. To make a calendar with motorcycles wearing a bikini. I should do it huh?"

He nodded his head, approving it. "Do you. Does he, um, touch you? Um, have sex with him?" he asked, shyly, not making eye contact with her as she peeled her leggings off.

"No, honey. I'm married. Do you think I would do that?" peeling her tank top off, leaning back on her elbows naked, legs spread, knees bent with her feet on the bed.

"No, I don't think you would," looking at her bald glistening pussy.

"You want to lick my pussy after I just posed for the camera don't you?"

He nodded, ...

... staring at her wet lips.

"Then get on your knees and finish what you started, Brian. Don't stop licking until I cum," watching himself lower his overweight body to his knees in front of her.

He didn't lick her like Robert, but she would have to train him, she thought as she held his hair between her legs. "Use your fingers too!" as her hips bucked against his mouth, feeling her orgasm building inside her. For several minutes, she told him how to use his tongue, how to lay it flat and lick up against her clit, and how to use his fingers inside her.

He drank his wife's juices as they flowed into his mouth, his beard glistening with her slick juices, hearing her tell him how to pleasure her with his tongue.

When her orgasm hit, she locked her legs around his head, keeping his mouth against her, telling him not to stop with his fingers. Finger fucking her through her orgasm just like Robert fucked her orgasms.

When they were finished, she told him he would learn to eat her better, as she walked to the shower.

The weekend went by slowly, Brian was always there to help more with the boys, but not asking any more questions about her boudoir photos. She caught him looking several times at her big picture in the closet when he thought she was alone, wondering how often he would be jerking off to her. She also spent half of Saturday morning with Lizzy, showing her the photobook and describing her photoshoot and how erotic it felt being in front of the camera. She left out ...