Chapter 3

“I thought that we would model for you and we would enjoy it. But it is going to be another facet of our lives. I want us to be as creative going forward as Andrew has been in the past.”

“I know what you mean. Maggie has told us that the photos are just going to get more explicit but I am not upset, I am excited to see them but within the context of our own lives. Nobody else is ever going to be in this room, I don’t want or need to have someone else photograph me before I drag Andrew off to bed. Well other than you but I was meaning someone outside the three of us. And neither of us are going to be in a porn magazine. But I am not disgusted by either Maggie or Ursula, it is the exact opposite. I think that hearing about these shoots, either directly from Maggie or through Andrew about Ursula, I find that fascinating.”

They contemplated Ara’s words.

“The life we are choosing to lead does not lend itself to passing judgement on others, does it?”

“No It doesn’t, and that is the key point. I couldn’t do, we couldn’t do, what Maggie and Ursula are doing. Especially Ursula. But I find I am interested to hear about it, see it.”

Ara leaned over and kissed Andrew hard.

“You are a good man. You have been a good friend to Maggie, and Tony, for years. And Maggie was right, you did exhibit inhuman control. But those days are over. When you finish shooting tomorrow you need to rush home as there will be a sore pink bottom waiting for you to fuck hard.”

Ara pulled herself onto Andrew as Suzanne groaned again.

“And once you have slaked your beastly lusts I will ride you until you are a drained husk.”

Given that Andrew had come three times already he was in no danger of coming. He flung Ara off him and hauled her down to the end of the bed. Ara’s smile of triumph made both him and Suzanne smile. Suzanne spread her legs and slid under Ara’s body so that her tongue could reach Suzanne’s dripping pussy. Andrew didn’t zone out but it was a hard relentless fuck, a workout fuck. Realising that he wasn’t close to coming he had Suzanne torment Ara’s nipples and when she exploded in front of them he stopped. There was no point in fucking themselves raw.

But that afternoon the odd relationship that Maggie and Tony had with Andrew was solidified. Maggie and Tony got turned on by the photography session and now Ara, Suzanne and Andrew did as well. It was unusual but everyone knew that the result was epic fucking, dialled all the way up to 11.

The smirks on the faces of Tony and Maggie when they finally left the bedroom were broad and knowing. There was no point in a dignified silence.

“You must visit regularly.”

Laughter all round at Ara’s words.

“I am glad that you find it as stimulating as Tony and I. Are we done, or do you want to see the rest of the pictures?”

“Are there a lot more?”

Maggie nodded.

“Quite a lot more. The story is mostly done but the shoots? Probably only halfway.”

“Wow.”

Suzanne looked at Ara who shrugged.

“It is a lovely summer’s day, let’s get some more wine and go through them. I think we should understand the nature of the current shoots, okay?”

“Sure. We are happy to show you them all. The next sets are from the first of three weekends in the Norfolk Broads.”

The initial sets were tame, just Maggie naked at the helm but as Tony endlessly swapped the sets the ever more explicit nature of Maggie’s posing was clear.

“Andrew went for a walk after that set. And drove the boat for us after that set. Oh and sat and stared off the back of the boat while Tony totally felt me up putting all that sunscreen on me. We really did take advantage of him when we were on the boat. And this is tame compared to the other years.”

Tony cleared away the last of the boating pictures.

“This was the summer that we started the business together, so a lot of the time we were chatting about that, rather than just doing shoots. We were all busy. The end of the summer was Ursula’s first shoot, that was probably the main thing. But we don’t have any pictures of it. But we made up for it with these two sessions.”

Both Suzanne and Ara had done yoga, Suzanne regularly while at university. Naked yoga made them both laugh and Maggie joined in.

“What you don’t see is Andrew understanding and embracing our strange relationship. He had Tony shifting my limbs, for no other reason than to let him feel me up. Tony was constantly stroking my arse or my thighs, it was absolutely fantastic, and torture at the same time. There is no such thing as modified camel but it didn’t stop Andrew from inventing it. Once again he packed up and put his coat on outside the studio.”

Maggie smiled and shook her head.

“He had a busy break as he shot Ursula for the second time. I am calling her that but at the time it was just her real name. Ursula is a more recent identity. But he did her second shoot. And then we were back in the hills.”

The photos from the shoot up in the Ochils were laid on the coffee table. Again it was clear that Maggie had embraced a more explicit posing style.

“This is beside a little reservoir up in the hills. They fish there in the summer but it was deserted. Again once the shoot was over Andrew just walked back to the car.”

Everyone smirked.

“Through all this time the business was getting up and running. We had converted Tony’s old flat into two smaller studios and had moved into Julian’s old place in Marchmont. So this had been the Christmas break and at Easter we talked about finding somewhere with a view for the first time. Andrew and Tony went looking for days and eventually found what is now our house. The only shoot was this one.”

The shoot at the Manse Club was laid out.

“These are very different, such a different light.”

“Yeah, Andrew did a lot of testing to get settings that would let the pictures be clear. He sat on the floor the whole time, and just let me be me. That was such a fun shoot because we were indoors, trapped in the corner and I was bottomless pretending to play snooker. Of course then Andrew got me to kneel down and take my top off as well.”

Maggie smiled and shook her head.

“I was seriously turned on. Hardly surprising.”

They looked at the photos of Maggie kneeling down directly in front of Tony. Ara and Suzanne glanced at each other and it was Suzanne that asked the question.

“Did you.”

She stopped.

“Are there some photos you have removed?”

Maggie laughed.

“No, everything is here. As to your question, hold that thought.”

Tony packed up the shots from the Manse Club.

“So that was Easter of ‘85 and then in June we did our second weekend in the Broads.”

Tony laid out the first couple of sets of pictures. Ever more evident was Maggie’s blatant posing.

“I had driven the boat for at least an hour, and I was only allowed to wear that blouse if there was another boat coming towards us. The rest of the time I was completely naked. And Tony made sure I wasn’t going to get sunburned.”

Maggie shivered with the memories.

“After those shots Andrew was in charge of the driving for a while. He had to listen to us ‘relieve our tension’ for the next hour.”

She smiled over at Tony.

“These holidays in the Broads have always been about pushing my boundaries. Every shoot can’t be the most important or significant but that weekend there was a constant risk of being spotted. Which is my absolute sweet spot. I think I would love going through life, modelling and being spotted, but at the same time not being recognised.”

Maggie smiled at the thought.

“Yet when I read my journal there were a couple of sentences afterwards. We sat and planned out the big new studio for several hours. That was the first one and then the second was that we discussed our wedding with Andrew. He had suggested that we do like Leslie and Julian, small civil ceremony and then a big reception. Which is what we ultimately did.”

Maggie explained about the issues with her extended family. While she was doing this Tony laid out a sample of the pictures from the later shoots that weekend. There were lots where Andrew had been on the bank or dock and Maggie had posed on the boat, as well as several sets down in the main cabin. It looked like Maggie had posed naked all day. Ara asked.

“When I think back on it you are not far off the truth. Andrew took lots of pictures and then I dragged Tony off to our cabin. Every three hours we were back in the cabin like a pair of horny teenagers.”

Everyone laughed at her characterisation and the fact it was 100% true. The final sets of pictures were ones that Andrew had forgotten about, the skirt with the ‘bite’ out of the back. Suzanne and Ara were laughing as soon as they saw the first shot when Maggie turned round.

“That is amazing. Where on earth did you find something like that?”

“Oh, I had it made specially. June Wyatt, you know her Suzanne you went to school with her. She made it for me. Guess whose idea?”

Andrew briefly explained about supporting June’s fashion dream and how she designed clothes for the photography business as part of that. He could see Suzanne had more questions but they were shelved until later. Instead the focus was back on the pictures and the look of mischievous happiness on Maggie’s face.

“You look so happy, what were you thinking?”

“Lots of things. I was thinking about Tony and taking him back down to our cabin. We were standing there, laughing away, but his hand was wandering and I was getting hot and bothered. Then there was the whole ‘Andrew is photographing this’ dynamic as well. But there was a lot of devilment going through my head at the same time. A working class couple, me with my arse on display, if not to the world then Andrew and his camera. I remember thinking ‘if only they knew’ several times. It was all so middle class and civilised and there were the three of us flaunting convention, society, all that stuff. We were on the way back to the dock so that we could drive Andrew back down to Cambridge. So there was a lot of pretending to fit in, to being civilised, all the while acting completely the opposite.”

Tony interrupted the tale.

“We were looking at these photos last week in preparation for coming down here and it struck me that we had no idea if some of the people that we were chatting to as we motored past were dressed exactly the same way. When you look at Maggie and I now, the couple who model as Ursula and her husband Gunther, and the three of you, there is no indication of our secret lives. So how the hell could we be expected to know about a couple or a group of friends that we motor past in less than 20 seconds. It got me to thinking whether there were a lot more people like us than we had ever imagined.”

There was a considered silence. Ara broke it first.

“In thoughts yes; in deeds, I don’t think so. You have talked about it several times, the fantasy shoots. How lots more people express an interest than ever actually sign up. You have a real world example that you can use to back up your thoughts. I think there is also the issue you talk about of consequences, the whole ‘seen but not recognised’ concept that you have talked about. Even the other lady, Ursula, that allows her photographs to be published, she still disguises her appearance. It is acting on the thoughts that is the difference. Did that make sense?”

Tony nodded.

“I see what you are saying Ara. Consequences as I thought about them right now were all about laws and punishment. Going to prison if you break the law, that sort of thing. But the consequences from doing this are all about how you are perceived, how other people look at you, act with you, whether they will even talk to you.”

He paused and thought.

“We have structured all these shoots so that there is that thrill but that we don’t have to deal with the consequences, what you had to put up with at school.”

That last was said to Maggie who nodded.

“It was an unhappy experience at the time but looking back it probably saved me from myself in the years that have followed. Which ties it back to Andrew as the proxy for everyone else.”

Suzanne interrupted.

“Would you still pose for someone else if Andrew wasn’t able to photograph you anymore. If we had freaked out at what you were doing?”

Maggie and Tony looked at each other and both shook their heads.

“No. It comes down to trust, understanding of Andrew, and him of us. Neither of us would be relaxed with someone else. I suppose if we got to know someone really well over a number of years then maybe, but I doubt it. It is a unique set of circumstances. You heard me last weekend when I called, I was still worried that you were going to change your minds.”

Ara and Suzanne smiled at each other and at both Maggie and Tony.

“It comes back to the first word, trust. To be honest when it was explained to us how he photographs you, and Ursula, it excited me, it excited us. For both of us we have watched Andrew with this endless parade of beautiful women when he has modelled and yet he chose us. We see him with all these women but he lives with us. And we both know that we wouldn’t be sitting here today without the influence you had on him. So you can stop worrying about it. Frankly, Andrew’s sexual creativity with all these shoots is hugely exciting.”

When Suzanne finished speaking Ara leaned over and kissed her.

“So come on, that was the start of the summer what was the next shoot. This was the summer of Cyprus, yes?”

Andrew nodded. Tony swept up the last of the boat prints and then laid out the shaving sets. Nothing needed to be said but Ara and Suzanne both looked over their shoulders at Andrew. He smiled at the prospect but looked up as Maggie laughed.

“Every two weeks since that day.”

Suzanne and Ara giggled as Tony tried, and failed, not to smirk.

“Andrew has two of us, it will be every week, turn about.”

Everyone laughed at Suzanne’s earnest tone of voice. And yet every Sunday night...

“You asked me about things getting more explicit when we showed you the sets at the snooker club, and I asked you to hold that thought. This is why.”

Tony covered the coffee table with first the pictures of Maggie orgasming as she lay on the bed, but then the room was still as Ara and Suzanne got to see Maggie fucking herself with the dildo that Andrew bought her.

“Wow.”

“That was my Christmas present, those were shot on Christmas Eve. Andrew and I developed the shots on Boxing Day, just the two of us. Tony was working in the shop; Boxing Day is the busiest day of the year. Andrew asked me if Tony and I wanted him to film us fucking. We had talked about the possibility despite knowing that it was probably a bad idea. And so Andrew took the decision out of our hands. He said he didn’t want to do that. And as soon as he said it I knew it was the right decision. The three of us had just kept going, constantly pushing the boundaries and we had finally reached a limit. So yes, there are a lot of sets of me playing with myself and Lord Sutch but that is our limit.”

“Lord Sutch?”

Ara got there before Suzanne.

“My idiot husband’s name for it. There was a pop star in the 1960s called Screaming Lord Sutch.”

The rest was left unsaid. Andrew could tell the two of them were thinking about what they were going to call their own toys.

“Floyd.”

Suzanne’s one word had everyone confused.

“It goes in the pink.”

Suzanne really could channel a 14 year old boy at times but both Ara and Andrew were thinking about Suzanne and ‘Floyd’. At this rate there would be another stop for a trip to the bedroom.

“Purple.”

They all looked at Ara at her sudden announcement.

“It will go in deep.”

14 year olds at an all-boys school couldn’t have come up with cornier names. There were too many sets from the third trip to the Broads so Tony laid out some examples as Maggie talked about it.

“This was our wedding present from Andrew. We had spent the previous two weeks working with eight different nude models on the boat. So we had worked as glamour photographers for the whole time knowing that we were collecting Andrew on the Friday. I don’t need any help getting excited for posing but having watched an endless series of models cavort about naked on the boat I was like a volcano ready to go off.”

Maggie pointed to the set with her just in her bikini top.

“Not even 20 minutes after we were on the boat and that was how I was driving it. And every 10 shots or so Andrew had Tony make sure I hadn’t missed any spots when applying the sunscreen. We got to the end of the second roll of film and Andrew was left to make sure we didn’t crash. It was bloody fantastic.”

Maggie shook her head as she paused.

“We have talked about it endlessly. Andrew makes it different. Look at these ones, this is an hour later.”

Tony laid out the shots of Maggie lying in bed, clearly just having been fucked.

“Tony and I get into a kind of feedback loop, egging each other on. When I think back on weekends like that it is a combination of intense sexual excitement combined with languid relaxation.”

Tony laid out some more shots before they got to the first set with Maggie playing with her dildo.

“Tony made that bed up for me and then made sure I was covered in sunscreen. But then Andrew told me to wait until another boat was close before playing with myself. It felt like an hour between the second and third boat although they both swear it was only seven minutes. So I was all worked up, I have the dildo in my hand but I had to wait until a boat was close before I could use it. I just ignored them after the fourth boat. And again Tony got dragged off to the cabin. It is those little twists that get me. Most people would have had me play with the dildo when there was no one around, but be still and quiet when there were other boats about. But no, Andrew switched it round.”

The statuesque shots as the sun set were shown but it was the shots the following morning that had Ara and Suzanne’s attention. They finally got to see Maggie with her feet on Andrew’s shoulders. But their reaction was interest and curiosity.

“Andrew is as close as a gynaecologist.”

Ara looked at Tony unsure how to ask the question. Maggie just laughed.

“He handed me Lord Sutch.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“Each of the three of us play our roles. Tony is not the passive third wheel in all this, are you love?”

“No. We are both kinky people. It is not just Maggie getting off on posing so explicitly for Andrew. It is me as well. I love watching her, pushing her. And truthfully it is very selfish of us. Maggie is staring down the lens of the camera, she can practically feel Andrew’s breath on her thighs. She put her feet on his shoulders and I knew that she was rabid. But just to amp it up even more I handed her the dildo. But Andrew wouldn’t let her piston it in and out of her like she wanted to. No, he had her slowly push it in and then pull it back out. You can’t get pictures like that otherwise.”