An adult stories – My Naked Wife & Her Female Student by luv2custrip,luv2custrip I long had a deep fascination with classic photography of the female nude. This was an interest beyond the prurient; of course I adored women, and I loved making love to them. I simply believed that the female nude was a miracle of nature– and that the ability to capture that miracle through photography was an almost mystical act.
I had one of the largest, personal collections of books on the classic female nude: a photographer friend once offered me a sizable sum for it. It was clearly another miracle that I met my future wife– second so far– at her book signing for “The Art of the Nude Model.”
Her groundbreaking work delved into the personal lives of the models who posed for some of the world’s most famous paintings. When I told her about my own collection, she thought (as she told me later), that I was “some kind of charming nutball”– until I offered to open up my antiquarian bookshop for her at 11 pm.
My first photograph of her has that raven-haired beauty nude, in low light, seated on the floor of my shop, surrounded by piles of books on art history. She had confided in me that that was her fantasy: to be nude and lost in books on art and I said “why not?”
I took a chance and left her with her clothes on. I went upstairs to my small apartment and grabbed a camera. When I came downstairs, she told me she was ready before I saw her. The only lights were from the street. I only got a few shots in that light when she stood up stark naked and came to me and said something like “oh fuck” and that was that. We both can still, to this day, pick out the very spot on that worn old rug where we first made love.
She had a house out in the country, at the edge of what she called her enchanted wood. Once I moved my precious items (and only some of my books) out of my cramped city apartment into her space– now our space– she led me to her “faerie circle.”
One had to carefully climb over a boulder, then there was a surprisingly short trail into a tranquil wooded area. The trail ended and emerged into a grassy spot surrounded by tall trees… I saw the faerie circle resemblance immediately.
We waited there on Midsummer’s Eve for the faeries to appear. When they didn’t, we at least did our best to sanctify the place with some warm lovemaking. We soon discovered it was best to– in certain months– prepare one’s naked body with a coating of anti-bug lotion before venturing out without any clothes on.
I soon turned her walkout basement into my own amateur photography studio. After a few exotic and explicit nudes of her, that I swore to never share, I brought up my dream: I as an amateur would take the very first nude photos of amateur models of all ages. As a book dealer, I had contacts in the publishing world as well as my accomplished photographer friend to assist.
She was silent for so long that I was concerned that she disapproved. Then she told me of her own, latest dream project. As a professor of art history at a small private college, she was gathering stories from her female students about their own experiences posing nude– possibly for a new book or at the very least for a magazine article. Many of them were taking her course because of their own fascination with the subject. Some of the braver young ladies were already posing nude for the college’s art classes, in which they were actually paid a small stipend for their modeling time. Others had even more titillating nude tales to tell.
We looked at each other and we said “Kismet!” at about the same time. We would combine our two projects: Ashley would cautiously sound out her students and bring up the possibility of one or more of them posing nude for the first time for me.
To maintain some sense of propriety, the prospective models would only pose after the semester was safely over and their papers were all graded.
I hate to give the impression that we constantly celebrated important moments in our life by making love, but that’s exactly what we did– then and there, on the rug in my photography studio. I know it was the thought of me coaxing some shy young ladies out of their clothes and photographing them nude that got me started, but things ended well. Although we did our best to clean things up, I at least can still see a tiny and apparently permanent stain left behind from our very wet spot.
The months went by; we got married; we went through our first winter together; and I shoveled snow for the first time in fifteen years. Then one day she came home looking all breathless and flushed. It was mid-May, near the end of the semester.
“I got one!” she blurted out as she sat down in her kitchen chair.
I stopped stirring whatever it was that I was attempting to cook. I had a much-splattered copy of ‘Cooking for the Clueless Male’ on the countertop. “You what?” I asked.
“That didn’t sound right,” she admitted. She got up and found an open bottle of wine and poured herself a glass.
“Red?” I questioned: she was usually a white wine drinker.
“Oh yes,” she replied. “It’s definitely a red wine evening.”
Finally fortified, she explained that she had found a female student who never posed nude before– or for that matter, had never posed for anybody before. Ashley wanted to talk to me first before making the arrangements… which still didn’t explain why she was so flustered.
“Talking to her about it, her posing in the nude, imagining her blushing even hotter as she shyly exposes her body for the first time, for you, for us…” she took more than a sip of wine. “I was probably as aroused then– as aroused as you are now. And I don’t remember ever feeling that way before.”
I put the pot on simmer and sat down next to her, trying to think of what to say. “Do you ‘like her like her’,” I asked.
“What– are we in high school now?” But then I could see her actually thinking about it. “Yeah,” she sighed. “That blushing little brunette really turned me on!”
There wasn’t much more to say after that. We finished dinner mostly in silence. Then she took my hand:
“I know we usually… respond to things like this by making love… but I think… maybe I need some… special alone time.”
I sighed dramatically. “I understand. It’s unfortunate at a time like this that I have been such a great and passionate lover that you threw out all of your sex toys.”
“Not all of them,” she said quite seriously, and then we laughed and kissed.
The next few weeks until Chloe– yes, of course her name was cute too– until Chloe showed up for her unveiling passed quickly or slowly: depending on your point of view. I was getting all the equipment I needed which was really only silky little robes I had to buy, and then scrounging together items around the house that could double as ‘almost naked’ costumes.
Ashley was in near continuous contact with Chloe. I would hear a text coming in, she would glance at it, and then get up and leave the room. If I didn’t already know she had a girl crush, I would have been worried.
About four days before Chloe-day Ashley made an announcement: “I’m not just watching her: I’m posing naked with her.”
I thought about that and it quickly came to me that the theme would be a mature woman teaching a younger acolyte the ways of love. I came up a title for the book: “A Woman Teaches.” When one’s mind is fixated on the female nude, that mind works fast within that narrow narrative.
At last it was the day. I had my studio prepared. My wife had painted a backdrop that was splashes of green and brown towards the bottom; white and blue towards the top– an out of focus landscape. She had also perfectly matched the plush green and brown rug that stretched out below. The same rug with that persistent wet spot.
I had been digging out some old books on how to prepare for a nude model. Foremost was that, if you wanted to keep things professional, the girl should basically only see the inside of your studio. She should NOT feel comfortable wandering around your house, and under no circumstances is she staying over.
I waited in the studio as Ashley brought Chloe around back. Ashley had ‘warned’ me to mentally prepare for the image of a cute brunette hazel-eyed coed… and then multiply the cuteness factor by about 150%. She wasn’t wrong.
Chloe was about 5′ 4″ or 5′ 5″ at most. She had a very slim figure but she had just the right amount of curves not to be called ‘boyish.’ She had long, dark brown hair that framed the sweetest, shyly smiling face. She blushed as she was introduced to me, then she paused to get control, then she was suddenly hugging me and thanking me for “this opportunity.” And sweetly blushing again.
She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. We were going to try to get some outdoor shots after lunch and she had been informed that there was a bit of climbing; not something to attempt in the nude or in a silky robe.
We showed her around the studio and asked her to change into that robe. I also showed her what was actually a goofily long Doctor Who scarf I had worn to a long-ago costume party. I suggested she could wrap that around her at first until she got used to the ides of being completely undressed; it was her choice.
As soon as the brunette blusher retired to the ladies room to take off all of her clothes, my wife started her own strip. She was pointedly looking at me the whole time as t-shirt, jeans, bra and finally panties were whisked off and neatly placed on a folding chair. She then deliberately slipped on her own tight, short and silky little robe right in front of me, giving me a full frontal view until the very last moment.
What was that all about? First, Ashley was completely shaved, which was new for her. I was not used to that look– outers, hood, bulging-out inners and the hint of a vaginal slit– right out there in the open for all to see. Second and most important to me was that my wife wouldn’t do something like that unless she was sending me a message. Message was received as: ‘I usually do this before WE make love… WE are not making love.’ I got it– she was going to make love to someone else– and I was there to record every intimate moment.
Chloe emerged from the rest room and right away there was a problem. Her shortie little robe was much too little and much too short. She was pulling and tugging on it in the front, desperately trying not to show too much too soon.
Ashley was glaring at me but I shrugged. I had done my best given the girl’s height and measurements that I had been provided. What I didn’t let on was that I deliberately ordered a size too small. One of my books stated: “don’t let her robe become her refuge;” in other words, she was there to be naked.
Ashley stepped up and started untying her own robe and was about to offer it to Chloe when the poor girl put up her hands– and inadvertently showed us all the lower third of her pussy– and announced that she was ready to take her robe off anyway.
Ashley was determined to be a part of getting her little sweetheart undressed. She had her kneel on the rug, facing away from me. Ashley was kneeling in front of her. She untied Chloe’s robe and gently peeled it off her body. “You are so sweet… so beautiful…” my adoring wife breathed.
I had a nice view of Chloe’s tiny rear end. Her measurements were supposed to be 32 A/B – 20 – 30. My wife, by the way, was leaning forward and she somehow had forgotten to re-tie her robe. Her naked cleavage was impressive; her measurements were 40D – 26 – 38. She always considered herself “top-heavy.”
Ashley leaned in to get that silly scarf and started wrapping it around Chloe’s body. As she was leaning, both breasts came into view and her robe fell open and stayed that way.
As she expertly wrapped up little Chloe, there was a bit of whispering, touching and giggling. At last Chloe was sufficiently covered and I took some test shots just to get her comfortable.
(It was understood that our book would contain black and white photographs with full nudity, but not explicit. I explained that if there was a glimpse of the line of the vulva that was fine. However, no one looking at the final product would see any of the ladies in any kind of gynecological detail.)
Chloe was as photogenic as she was cute. Part of the scarf was wrapped around her tiny breasts, the rest was simply balled up over her pubes. So, as she was kneeling there and posing, I could see lines of bare skin on either side from her knees on up.
Her knees were still the knees of a teenager– well, she was only eighteen! They had the slightest bit of baby fat around them. I pictured those legs in just about a year or two and knew that they would by then be sexier: leaner and more luscious.
Chloe at last decided she wanted to do some different poses and looked down at the scarf. “Well this is silly!” she exclaimed. She started peeling it away from her breasts and suddenly Ashley was there– again!
“Let me help you with that, and let me help you up,” my wife said. I had never seen such a look of delight on Ashley’s face as when she simultaneously exposed this girl’s soft breasts and somehow ended up putting her arms around her as Chloe stood up, finally nude, her silly scarf dropping to the rug at the same time that Ashley’s robe fell completely off.
I was using a digital camera that didn’t make any sound as I took pictures, so the first shot of these two naked lovelies together was right then. They were only sweetly hugging, talking and giggling, but at one point Ashley’s big breasts were brushing Chloe’s little breasts and I actually got a shot of nipples touching.
I then had them do some formal poses. Standing, I liked Chloe leaning back against my wife, her sweet breasts visible from the waist up as she leaned against Ashley’s ample bosom. I had Chloe close her eyes and had my wife put her hands around her naked student’s soft tummy. What a nice shot! I thought. Maybe the book cover.
Just before lunch break I had my two nude models lie down together. I wanted at least the appearance that they were starting to make love to each other. Of course Ashley took the lead and was kissing Chloe all over her naked body. Chloe responded in kind. I didn’t know if she was really into the obvious attentions of my amorously naked wife or if this was just some awesome new sexual reality that she never really knew existed– and it was beginning to take her over.
I had to call a break just before it looked like Ashley was about to go down on Chloe, right between her trembling student’s open legs. Not only did I sense that the younger girl was getting overwhelmed, but I wanted to shoot any actual lovemaking scenes outdoors, in our faerie ring.
Ashley immediately put her robe on. She announced that I was to go upstairs and bring our assortment of luncheon items down to the back deck. She gave me a look, she gave the still naked Chloe a look, then she further announced that she was “setting up.”
Chloe and I both watched Ashley through the sliders as she moved chairs around. My wife was seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was wearing nothing but a short, silky robe. We did have one set of neighbors close enough to see us if we ventured out into the yard: we were all safe from view as long as we stayed on the deck.
I cleared my throat and told our nude model (who was now openly staring back at me) that I was headed upstairs. I got to the second or third step when Chloe said that she’d “better put my panties on!” — apparently she was speaking to me.
I stopped and looked at her, and I mean really looked. Her breasts were probably 32Bs today, nice and conical with extra long, suckable nipples. Even her pussy was cute; it looked as if she had two halves of a pink peach squished together down there; all newly shaved with a hint of labial stubble. She knew I was looking and she smiled and shrugged. I had been photographing her in the nude or partially nude for over an hour and a half; only now was I studying her eagerly, as the sexually attractive young female that she was.
“Are you really okay with all this?” I had to break the silence; I had to ask. “This was… it could’ve all been… simulated. But I know my wife– she is very determined and she is crazy about you–”
Chloe walked right up to me. She put her arms around my waist and I came down one step.
“I love Ashley,” she said. “Who wouldn’t? She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s beautiful– and when she’s talking to you, you’re the only person in her world.”
She looked down at herself and smiled at her nakedness. “I’m not that innocent. But I know she loves me back. I know she’d never hurt me, I know she only wants to make me happy; what’s wrong with that?”
And then she stood up on tiptoe and held me tighter and I leaned down and we kissed. “I think I love you too,” she said, with a sly glance. “But you aren’t as ‘out there’ as your wife. I’m still making up my mind.”
She let me go, she smiled and turned away. I watched her walk naked into the restroom, her sweet ass cheeks moving with each step. She slipped into her tiny white undergarment, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. As she at last wrapped her too short shortie robe around her, she finally looked away. I went upstairs shaking my head, wondering if all this female nudity and all the dressing and undressing publicly somehow affected the female’s social interactions. Interesting… would make a great subject for my wife to write about.
(And I also realized that my wife had set this whole interlude up. She wanted Chloe and me to talk; to have our own special alone time…)
I was shortly sitting outside with my two gorgeous models. As I was taking in my wife’s long, athletic legs, thinking about how she was totally nude under that robe, we talked about how we would be taking a little hike after lunch for our final shots. When I described the circle as “our special place,” Ashley responded with: “well, we made it special.” She and I exchanged a look, then she sort of wiggled her eyes at Chloe and they both laughed and Ashley reached out to touch her knee.
Ashley was sending us both a message: what we had was special but the very concept of “we” was brand new. She was still exploring what that meant. “We” were both okay with what was about to happen– would we be okay with other possibilities?
All I know was that I was getting very excited. It was an excitement that went beyond arousal. I was going to watch two sweet, beautiful women making love for the first time with another woman. I really did feel specially blessed that I was a chosen part of that.
Then it was time and I saw that we were all too revved up to even clean up after lunch. The two women stripped in front of me and put on jeans, t-shirts and sneakers– no underwear. This was only to make the climb over the boulder without getting any unsightly scratches on their soon to be photographed bare skin.
We got up over the boulder without much trouble. Ashley was carrying the blanket; Chloe reached down and took my camera as I went up last. It was a beautiful day, birds singing and sun shining, but the only beauty that I could think about was getting my two beauties naked again and photograph them as they made love to each other.
We got to the edge of the clearing and Chloe oohed and aahed. Without any discussion, the two women quickly stripped again. There was a tree stump that soon became the holding place for all of their clothing.
In the center of the circle, Ashley spread the blanket out and Chloe helped her. They were so intent on making this spot a special place that I was able to sneak in a few shots of both of them bending over. Some of these shots were too explicit for our project but I had already set up a hidden folder on our computer. I was a man who loved naked women and there were moments like this one that I was not going to let pass by without preserving.
At last they were all set up. They ended up both kneeling, bodies straight, looking at me expectantly. I knelt between them and put an arm around each one. I felt absurdly like a coach leading his players in a prayer before the big game. But I doubted any coach ever had players who were as nicely undressed as these two, and as eager to play nice with each other.
“Ladies,” I began. “I don’t think I need to tell either of you what to do! All I can say is: take it slow, respect each other, make the other happy and you’ll make yourself happy! That’s it, except” and my voice caught, “I do love you both.”
Chloe blinked away tears, but my wife only had eyes for Chloe. I backed away, camera ready, as they were simultaneously kissing each other and whispering. It must have been decided that Ashley would take the lead: the teacher would show her student how it was done. Chloe lay back, legs splayed out, presenting her breasts… she was entering into a special place that went beyond mere physical beauty.
Ashley knelt between the girl’s legs and took each of her conical breasts into her mouth. As I suspected, those long nipples were designed for suckling, and each grew longer once my wife sat back and observed her progress.
Ashley proceeded, kissing Chloe’s soft skin all the way down. She spent some time with her girl’s cute belly and tickled her button, which got Chloe almost collapsing in giggles.
But that, apparently, was just to soften her up. Chloe had her knees bent to preserve some secrets from my camera, but I could tell from my wife’s head movements that Ashley was at last gently licking her naked cutie’s vulva from top to bottom.
I was getting some great shots even though I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was intruding on a private scene. Then my wife appeared to be using her hands to open things up enough down there for her tongue to dive in deeper.
Chloe was now breathing hard and gasping. I heard the occasional “Oh god” and “Oh my god.” I knew her time was near and I was determined to capture the moment.
I scooted around behind my wife, squatting to get the best angle. Then I had it all: Ashley’s naked rump; her head buried between a young girl’s thighs; said young girl’s breasts heaving, nipples tightening as she thrust her entire upper body up and back.
“Oh my god oh fuck yes!” she screamed. “Oh you sweet girl. Oh my sweet lady! Oh god oh god make me fucking cum!” And she did. I put the camera in a mode to get a burst of shots until Chloe finally came down from her multi-orgasmic high.
The two nudes collapsed in each others arms; wrapped their lightly sweated bodies around each other. I simply sat back, stunned. Nothing, I thought, no sight on earth would ever be as wonderful as what I had just been privileged to witness!
I had to get up and stretch my legs. As I began to walk around, the two bare bodies began to stir. I saw Ashley whispering into Chloe’s ear and Chloe nodded. Ashley then gave me a very significant look and inclined her head towards the exit. She wanted some privacy. She wanted me to leave.
I made something of a show walking out, then I got quiet. There was one other shot I wanted to get. I crouched behind a tree, next to the tree trunk that held all their clothing. I took one picture with the clothes in focus, the girls fuzzy in the background. The second was my favorite: a big, out of focus clothes pile in the foreground, with a clear view in the background of Chloe bending down over my wife’s breasts, face intent as she was trying to get both of her big nipples into her mouth at the same time. That one obviously went into my hidden folder.
I made it down over the boulder without any trouble, safely dropping my camera into a pile of leaves. I walked into the studio and it felt so cold and empty without those two warm bodies, without their warm smiles.
Then I was drawn to the restroom, with it’s open door. Every step felt like a betrayal, a wanton invasion of privacy. I saw Chloe’s bra and panties hanging on the two hooks behind the door. I backed up until I was practically sitting on the sink and took the shot. I studied the ‘last picture’ image until I had it memorized. Then I pulled Chloe’s panties off the hook.
I held them up to my face without rational thought. I felt that they were still warm from the young girl’s body. I inhaled and tried to identify the combination of scents as if I was suddenly a panty connoisseur: baby powder, a light perfume, and the unmistakable odor of the freshly scrubbed pussy of a young woman.
A spasm of terrible guilt and I put the panties back. I kept comparing the scene to my picture as if I was a super-spy or an accomplished cat burglar.
Time seemed to drag on as I knew that I could not stop imagining what was going on up in the forest. I wasn’t jealous at all– I actually felt a tiny bit rejected– but then again, this was something so deeply personal…
Then I heard the girls talking and laughing. I ran out and helped them down although they really didn’t need any help. My wife gave me a look and I knew I had my guilty face on. I wondered why I should feel guilty at my one transgression while these two had apparently become newly energized by going down on each other.
Both of them stripped simultaneously, as soon as I closed the sliders behind them.
“Well,” naked Chloe began, “I should get cleaned up a little…”
Ashley looked at her and looked at me. It was one of THOSE looks and I was trying my best to interpret it, but somehow I was becoming distracted.
“Daniel,” Ashley spoke slowly and clearly, “why don’t you show Chloe our master bath? I’m sure she’ll feel a lot better after a shower.”
I opened both my mouth and my eyes, wide. I glanced at Chloe who immediately looked away. She was biting her lower lip and blushing again.
“Daniel,” Ashley said again, “I don’t know what you’re waiting for. Show Chloe everything in the shower she can use– and I mean EVERYTHING.”
I looked over at Chloe again for confirmation and she was glancing at me shyly with a sweet smile.
Now I knew there had been a conversation about me after the lovemaking was over. I was a great guy (naturally), kind of cute (of course), and I deserved a bit of happiness for what I had so graciously allowed to happen.
As I directed Chloe up the stairs in front of me, I was beginning to see how happy I could be. I told her to go ahead of me up to the second floor and she smiled. I wasn’t being a gentleman– far from it– I was loving every movement of her sweet ass cheeks.
When she was near the top of the carpeted stairs, I held back a few steps below so that my eyes were at butt level. She stole a quick look over she shoulder then she deliberately skipped a step: stretching out one of her pretty legs to the limit. Her rear cheeks stretched out too, as I’m sure she intended. I at last had my eyes on her puckered hole… and I think it winked at me. I considered that an open invitation.
Straight through our bedroom and up to the shower although she stole more than a glance at our king-sized bed. It was so weird and exciting to be showing a naked teenager how our shower worked. As she stepped in, I couldn’t avoid brushing against her breasts as I helped her adjust the spray.
She stood there staring at me, getting wet. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch or are you joining me?”
I never in my life took off all of my clothes that fast. My cock was so hard and throbbing that she actually backed away. We kissed, and we wrapped our increasingly wet bodies around each other. I for some reason grabbed one of my wife’s body lotions and poured it over her, rubbing it in.
Then there was nothing to do but to grab her under her that ass, lift her up ever so slightly, and then slide her down and onto my super-hard cock.
She gasped but she responded instantly. I guess I was a little too tall for her as she kept bobbing up and down on me on tippy-toed feet. I remembered my invitation and moved my hands between those rear cheeks and found her opening with my fingers.
Now she didn’t like that, or she wasn’t expecting it. She tightened up back there which had the strange effect of also tightening up her vaginal muscles. I didn’t think she meant to, but she was simultaneously squeezing me so hard and pulling me in so deep that I lost control.
That was one of the longest orgasms I ever had, and it was followed with decreasingly hard spasms like the aftershocks to an earthquake. She came suddenly too and she came hard, she screamed “Oh fuck!” again and she absolutely collapsed against me.
“Daniel! I thought you would help clean poor Chloe up, not mess her up!” It was my lovely wife, naked and framed in the bathroom door.
Chloe was so shocked she jumped and slid off me. I couldn’t help looking down at my penis: flaccid for the first time in about six hours.
“I thought– you know– we talked about this!” Chloe was sputtering. She was definitely not used to Ashley’s sense of humor.
(I had just filled this naked teen’s love hole with an exceptionally large load of my own hot juices; if Ashley was pissed about seeing that, we would have known about it.)
Ashley instead sighed theatrically. “I know, but I was hoping you’d pick some activity that was a little less messy. It looks like I’m going to have to come in there and help clean her up.”
And that’s exactly what she did– what we both did. We washed out poor Chloe’s cunt as best we could. We even used the pulsating shower head, right on top of it. But no matter how hard we tried, our best methods only made Chloe cum again and again. Apparently the girl was insatiable and there was no end to her production of sticky messes.
After an hour or so of touching and kissing and sucking under soaking hot water we reluctantly climbed out and dried each other off. Ashley sat Chloe down, both still nude, in front of her makeup mirror and began to “pretty her up for dinner.”
Dinner! Now that was a concept. Somehow we had all forgotten to eat. My wife ‘suggested’ that we dress for bed, as it was getting late. She ‘suggested’ I go down and make something light, while dressed for bed, while she got Chloe ready.
I never wore a thing to bed so I shrugged and padded downstairs in the nude. Pasta with veggies would be quick; but since I was dealing with boiling water, I did put on an apron.
I heard the girls coming in and I turned around. Ashley had on her usual sleep-shirt which was the length of a micro-mini and she was obviously nude underneath. Chloe looked stunning: her hair had been blown dried and brushed; her makeup applied expertly– but she was still naked, only now with her hands tied behind her back with the sash from my wife’s robe.
I waited expectantly.
“I can’t believe I caught this little slave trying to escape!” Ashley exclaimed. “Now we’re getting ready for dinner, and we’re just going to have to sit and watch her!”
“Oh no,” I said, playing along. “Not our Chloe. And here we thought you were enjoying all of the sex!”
Our girl played along too with her head down trying to look upset but I could see her smiling incongruously, trying not to laugh.
We made her sit at the table between us. We ostentatiously only made two plates of food and pretended to ignore her. Finally one of us gave in.
“The poor girl,” I said. “She has to be starving!”
“Well go ahead and feed her something,” Ashley replied, not looking up from her plate. I started giving Chloe forkfuls from my plate, making her lean forward. At some point I began to ‘accidentally’ spill food on her body. I apologized each time and personally licked everything up. That part got Ashley interested and she joined in by spilling red wine on Chloe and licking her all over. Chloe came at least once from the wine licking.
I then boldly suggested that we have my “famous pudding” for dessert, but that we have it Japanese style, “on Chloe.” We cleared the central island and had her lie down nude on top. I had to untie her hands briefly but re-tied them above her head. Our naked slave’s little feet were hanging off the five foot countertop so she had to bend her knees slightly. That was okay: bent knees facilitates open legs.
One more thing before we served dessert was blindfolding Chloe. All I had was a dish towel and I did my best. I had to step back and take a look at her. My wife distracted Chloe while I snuck off to get my camera. There is just something about a cold hard countertop and a warm, naked girl… I got several nice pics that I now understand are called ‘kitchen cuties” without her knowledge.
My wife put the bowl of vanilla pudding in between Chloe’s bent knees. We were going to use wooden spoons but then decided to get our hands dirty. I scooped out gobs and put a nice-sized dollop over each already hard nipple. The pudding was cold and she reacted instantly, trying to scrunch her naked body away.
I proceeded down to her vulva and applied a nice schmear of pudding on its entire length. Ashley decided to get in on the act: she put some pudding on Ashley’s belly button and then, surprisingly, smeared her little toes.
By now we were more than hungry for a taste of my delicious pudding combined with a taste of our naked slave. As I was never into feet, I started on her tummy while my wife sucked her toes. It turned out both areas were sensitive and we now were dealing with a giggling naked slave, positively writhing about on our countertop.
Preliminarily tastings finished, we moved on to more serious areas. I took Chloe’s left tit; Ashley, her right. We sucked on those two long nips until they resembled the nipples on a baby bottle. We worked them to such record lengths that I half-expected milk to come squirting out.
We foolishly attempted a mutual dive onto her pussy and ended up clunking our heads together. I wisely suggested we work together: one would hold a special area open while the other licked and tasted. For some reason I was selected to hold out Chloe’s outer lips while Ashley licked her protruding little nub.
Then it was my wife’s turn to not only pull her cunt open but push her thighs out wider while I tried to find out how hard I could make my tongue and how deep, cunt-wise, I could go.
Chloe came at least three times on the countertop as her sexy messes continued unabated.
Of course we had to clean Chloe up yet again. We led her over to the sink and used paper towels, warm water and hand soap. I had consumed the equivalent of a bottle of red wine, so I might be excused for coming up with a strange idea. I had long abandoned the apron, so I lathered some soap on my bare penis, and I decided to rub it against Chloe’s own private parts as some kind of cleansing applicator.
Well. Chloe responded by squeezing my member so tight that it hurt. She then did a combination of thigh-squeezing and tippy-toe bouncing to ride my poor squished cock to yet another of her seemingly endless orgasms.
As we at last made it up the stairs,
and Ashley peeled off her nightshirt and left it on the landing. There was too much touching and outright groping going on so any clothes were in the way.
Once we fell onto our bed in a naked heap, I had some ideas about getting Chloe over her reluctance for ass-play. I piled up all the pillows and instructed her to lean over them with her head down, buttocks up. Ashley and I agreed she had been a very bad girl so of course she tensed up as we predictably gave her a spanking.
I took advantage of the idea that I was going to apply some soothing lotion to her reddened bottom but grabbed a convenient tube of KY jelly instead. While she was distracted by my massaging motions, I put a great glob directly over her puckered hole and pushed my middle finger deep inside her.
Of course she felt me inside her again and she stiffened up and tried to resist me. Now Ashley did something wonderful. She was kneeling back against the headboard, and she had gently removed some of the pillows that little Chloe’s head was resting on, and replaced the pillows with her pretty knees and her soft thighs. Then she was leaning down over her naked lover, stroking her long hair and her almost-sobbing face. She kept telling her that everything was going to be alright.
My wife was actually supporting me as I was introducing Chloe to anal play, and I loved her so much for that.
While Ashley was inadvertently distracting Chloe, I had squeezed my four fingers as tightly together as possible and simply slipped them all inside her increasingly gaping hole. My thumb was tucked between my first and fourth finger and that slid in next. The initial penetration was the worst; once a girl was opened up in back, everything else was incremental.
Ashley was watching me in wide-eyed admiration. We had never really done anal or even talked about it. She was probably assuming– and rightly so– that I had been taught all this by a prior lover. That was an issue we weren’t worried about: to both of us, the past was past. What I could see was that Ashley was intrigued with the depth of my hitherto unknown knowledge, and that this was indeed something that she wanted to add to our repertoire.
Now it was a matter of getting Chloe over the worst part: the widest part of my hand directly around the base of my thumb. I was joining in with Ashley in telling this amazing girl how much we loved her, and that we would never hurt her. I waited until she let out a very deep breath and then I rode that wave of relaxation all the way in– all the way up to my wrist.
I got as close to Chloe as I could without moving my fist. “I’m all the way inside you now:” I explained, “it’s the only place I want to be. You are such a good girl and we both love you so much. I am only opening you up like this to teach you something more in the ways of love. Men and women who want you and love you will literally want to climb inside of you. Once you get used to this– if you like it– you are just giving them one more opening.”
I kissed her and then I very slowly pulled my fist out.
I got up and went directly into the master bath. I knew Chloe was very clean back there, considering what we had just put her through in the shower, but I still scrubbed up like a surgeon.
I walked back in to the bedroom and every one– that is, the two beautiful naked women– seemed to be waiting for me. Chloe got up from the bed, came up to me, and wrapped her arms around me. She felt so soft and warm and naked and I felt the slightest stirring down below. “I want to thank you,” she looked into my eyes. “I do love you because I can’t help it! You are both so wonderful; you’re teaching me things it would take years– or never– to learn.” She focused back on Ashley. “You should think about opening a school or something–”
“A school for wayward young ladies?” I teased.
“More like a school for ladies who aren’t wayward enough!” she shot back.
Ashley laughed and I squeezed this little one so tight I almost cracked her spine. I knew then what the strong attraction was– Chloe was practically a younger version of my wife!
I got back into bed and held them both tight. I should have felt like a sheik with a harem or Hefner with his Playmates– instead I just felt blessed.
It was getting late but we in a kind of timeless state. There was a lot more kissing and touching and then I heard someone snoring and it may have been me.
I woke up to a dim early dawn. Ashley was sleeping next to me and I had that “it was all a dream” moment until Chloe came out of the bathroom. She looked so young and so vulnerable just then and my heart melted. The closer she got, the wider her eyes opened. She wasn’t staring at my face: my heart may have melted but my amazing penis was hardening.
Chloe seemed to be drawn to this event as if it was a religious miracle, or a UFO landing. She stopped and stared, then she knelt down. I was holding my breath– and then she reached out and touched it.