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Wife's First Boudoir Photos

... to my wife who was laughing hysterically and had her bra straps down as Juan coaxed her to pull her bra down farther and farther until it was just barely covering her areola. “I don’t think I understand,” I told Isabella in a hoarse whisper. “Are you strippers?” She grimaced at me and I immediately realized that I had make a drunken miscalculation. “Jesus, cabron, of course not. I was just playing with you. Fuck, I was trying to be friendly and you repay with an insult, thanks alot.” She clamped her shirt closed and stormed off in a huff while I muttered feeble apologies. Meanwhile Juan had my wife down on her back, spreading her legs for him. Her top was gone somehow and she was covering her nipples with one arm and pouting up at him seductively. My own penis came erect at the sight and I noticed Juan gripping an outsized bulge in his jeans that belied his small frame. “Oh man, yeah, spread those foxy legs, mama. Ooo, I’m real hard now. If your husband weren’t here I would climb right on top and teach you what’s it’s like to be with a real man.” He was muttering quietly to her and he must have thought I couldn’t hear him. “You’re so dirty, Juan,” giggle my wife drunkenly. She wasn’t used to drinking and she must have had a few because she seemed to be having the time of her life. “Uh, I can hear you,” I called. “Don’t interrupt me, George, I’m working.” Juan unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers, and his big dick poked out, pitching a tent in his boxers as he stood ...

... over my supine wife snapping pictures madly with one hand and gripping his rod with the other. Enrique looked on with interest, fingering his own bulge. “Get up on the bed. Yeah, that’s right, on your belly. Open your mouth like you’re getting ready to take this dick into it. Yeah, you know you want it, you filthy whore. Now slide those panties off, nice and slow. Fuck yeah. let me get a few shots of that crack. Nice, nice.” “This language is too strong, Juan,” I cautioned. He turned and glared at me angrily. “Man, don’t tell me how to do my fucking job. I’ll cool it when your wife tells me to cool, and she ain’t saying that. In fact, she’s loving this shit. So why don’t you go cool off with the girls in the other room while I take care of business in here.” “Go ahead, darling, I’ll be fine. You are being overprotective,” called Claudia as she kicked her panties away and lay totally naked on the bed while this latin casanova stepped out of his pants and stood above her with his cock just inches from her face while her resumed taking photos of her bare ass. She glanced longingly at Juan’s protruding member as Enrique came and hustled me out of the room. “Be cool, man, be cool, we are professionals. We do this all the time,” said the big man as he lead me into the other room. “Isabella, you watch this guy, will ya, he’s pissing Juan off.” “I know, that bendajo pissed me off earlier too,” sniffed Isabella as she sat chatting with Maria on a vintage leather chesterfield. Somehow ...