“That’s marvellous,” Manus said running through the pictures on the camera screen. “You look fantastic.” He turned the screen to Sonia who sat up and looked at the pictures as he scrolled through them. “Are there any other type of pictures you would like to do, while we’re here?”
“I don’t think so,” she replied innocently. “This is how I used to pose. I never did anything else.”
“Why don’t you lay back and relax. Play with yourself for a little while. Enjoy yourself. Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror while you’ve masturbated? It’s very sexy. Those pictures would be amazing and a memory for you to cherish.”
Sonia thought about it then laid back on the bed and started to rub her pussy, parting the lips and running her finger up and down, touching her clit that made her visibly shudder. Manus kept taking pictures from all angles before setting it to three frames per second and placing it on the windowsill directly facing where Sonia lay on the bed. He stood to one side and watched as Sonia started to masturbate herself properly. She rubbed harder and started to moan before entering a finger while keeping her thumb rubbing her clit. She started to moan louder as she entered another two fingers and fucked herself with fast, stabbing motions, all the while staring at the camera. She looked over to Manus who stood near her with an obvious hard on that was poking against his trousers. They made eye contact and, although nothing was said, nor insinuated, Manus started undressing. Sonia watched him and said nothing apart from moaning louder as she fucked herself.
He walked over to her and stood near her head. She reached up, grabbed his cock and started sucking and wanking, running her tongue around his helmet in her mouth while keeping pace with the fingers in her pussy. Manus reached down and took her fingers out, replacing them with his own as she sucked him and gently squeezed his balls. Manus looked over at me and nodded. I got the message and undressed, my own hard on relieved to be let out from the confinement. Manus removed his fingers and I went down on her. I entered two fingers in her very wet pussy and licked her clit hard, occasionally nibbling it which made her squeal around Manus cock in her mouth.
She started to buck her hips up, forcing her wet pussy on to my mouth harder as the tension of an orgasm built up in her. She took Manus’s cock out of her mouth and let out a sudden yell and I felt a long stream of her cum as she squirted violently, jet after jet hitting me. I kept up the frantic finger fucking as she came while she held my head tight against her. She began to quieten down and slowly relaxed her body and she became limp; legs flopping on the bed either side of me as I removed my face and fingers. She was sweating and out of breath, taking big lungful’s of air to recover herself.
Seeing my wet face she panted, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s been a while as you can probably tell.” Manus laid on the bed next to her and took her in his arms and kissed her while I stood up. She wrapped her arms around him and responded, their tongues flicking across and inside each other’s mouths.
After a couple of minutes she broke free, sat up and seeing me wiping my face with a tissue from a box on the windowsill said, “I should have warned you that I’m a squirter. I’ve not had any sex for a long time and it was inevitable that it would happen. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I replied smiling. “My wife is a little bit of a squirter, so I’m used to it.”
“Thank goodness for that,” she replied. “Not everyone likes it. My husband, Neil, hates it. He never goes down on me, that is, when he can be bothered to go near me.”
“What?” exclaimed Manus. “You’re gorgeous. Why would he not want to go near you?”
“I’m fairly sure he’s having affairs. We haven’t had sex in nearly a year.” she replied looking a bit pensive. “There’s certain things he expects in the bedroom that I just won’t do.”
“Like what?” I asked, peaking an interest in me of this beautiful woman whose husband must be off his rocker.
“I won’t do anal. Never have done. I’m not adverse to watching it as I think it’s a big turn-on. It’s the thought that it might hurt and I really don’t want to go there.”
“If it’s done right,” Manus said taking her in his arms, “it can be very enjoyable. You have to be relaxed and well lubricated and the giver must be gentle. With practise it becomes easier and it can bring about an anal orgasm. What else?”
“He wants to wee on me. I mean, what is all that about? Why would anyone want to be wee’d on? He keeps on about it and I keep saying no. That’s weird, isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” Manus replied, now stroking a nipple with one hand. “Watersports isn’t for everybody and should only be done by people who trust each other. It can be, as you British say, ‘Marmite?’ You either like it or hate it.”
“Well, I don’t fancy trying either of them with him. He would go on and on about it, every time we had sex. Every time I said no the sex would be quick, hard and a bit violent. He would fuck me and call me all sorts of names as he was doing it. It isn’t how a husband should make love to his wife. He would pin me down, fuck me and it would be all over in about a minute. It’s almost abusive. I also think he might be gay. I found a website on his laptop one day. It was a gay swinger’s site. I never mentioned it to him but when he says he’s going for a jog or to the gym or just for a drive and doesn’t come back for hours and always, always has a shower when he gets back, well, it gets you thinking, doesn’t it?”
We nodded along, agreeing with her that it was a bit odd. Sonia put her hand on Manus’s cock and slowly rubbed it. It was still hard and I could tell that Manus was ready to continue before she stopped, removed her hand and asked, “Why are you both really here?”
Manus put on an innocent face before replying, “Scouting for a location for our porn film, as we said earlier.”
Sonia laughed and sat upright. With a shake of her head she said, “No you’re not. You’re not porn film makers. I can tell a machine-made business card anytime. I used to work in the print. If you were who you say you are, you would have had a proper card with decent logos. Not clip-art.”
This threw us. I didn’t answer and I could see Manus struggling for an answer before she continued. “It’s the paintings, isn’t it? Did the antiques dealer send you?”
We knew the game was up. I shouldn’t have taken such an interest in them earlier. It had given us away.
“I think you should tell her.” Manus said, looking defeated. So I did. Leaving out the sex details and the full value of the paintings, I told her everything that we knew; all of what Kylie told us.
Sonia sat back looking thoughtful then said, “I knew there was something funny about those pictures. I had a feeling that the story about his stepdaughter not taking them was fishy and now I know why. He’s keeping them out of spite. One thing though. I can guarantee that he doesn’t know their worth otherwise they would have been sold years ago. He wasn’t even that bothered when I told him I’d reframed them.”