Chapter 49: Sex after the photoshoot. A surprise letter

Lloyd had collapsed a few feet away into a comfortable living room chair. His cock remained wet from his wife’s pussy, and a few drips of semen remained on the head.

Alice stowed the large reflector she’d been using to help Matt with the lighting, and swooped in, gobbling down the cock. After a minute of surging her mouth around his nearly flaccid tool, she pulled off. “Yummy. You taste especially good: Jean’s pussy juice and your cum all mixed together. What a nice cocktail.” She went right down on him again.

Lloyd gasped, “That’s almost too much.”

Alice pulled off, “Oh, do you want me to stop?”

“No. I said almost.” He grinned at her, and then tugged at the top she wore.

Alice tugged the t-shirt over her head, exposing her generous breasts to Lloyd. She could see his cock surge and get larger as she allowed his hands to touch and caress her tits, pulling on her nipples.

Alice said, “Is this OK with you two? We don’t want to cross some boundary and mess you guys up.”

“No, this is good. We even fantasized about this happening, but didn’t dare think it would.”

Jean said, “Oh, yes. We want this.”

Matt moved and sat beside Jean’s nude body. The pair immediately started to kiss again, and soon were into a full-scale make out session, this time with no intent to stop. Less than ten minutes later, Matt had sucked on her tits, eaten some of the cum from her pussy, and stood nude and proud in front of her with his cock at full attention.

“Yes, fuck me,” Jean gasped.

Matt smiled, and slowly penetrated the pretty woman.

Next to them in the armchair, Alice was nude and had started to ride Lloyd in the reverse cowgirl position, his hands coming around her from the back to fondle her breasts as she rode him.

The orgasms started with Jean, in part because Matt kept toying with her clit and driving her from one climax to the next, even as he read her signals and hammered into her body with his engorged cock.

Eventually, everyone came again. Alice immediately cleaned up Lloyd and Matt with her oral skills, and then worked over Jean until she had one more cum.

Lloyd panted, “Wow. That was spectacular.”

Matt smiled and kissed Jean quickly, “I think so too.”

Jean said, “Can you come back once in a while?”

Matt said, “Well, we have to come back after I’ve processed the pictures, and I would like to see what you do with them. May I show them to my housemates? They won’t end up on the Internet or anywhere unless you put them there. Later, I’ll give you all of the good ones.”

Jean nodded, “That’s fine, but plan to spend some time with us when you return. This was a monumental day for us.”

“You’ve never done this before?” Alice asked.

“No, but we’ve talked about it for years. This is a milestone for us.”

Alice posed, “Would you like us to put you in touch with a swingers’ group we know and sometimes participate in? Nice people; about the same socio-economic level.”

Lloyd said to Jean, “What do you think?”

Jean nodded, “Yes. We could at least explore what it might be like with someone.”

Alice said, “I’ll get the information for you and give it to you when we come back.”

Matt stood and walked to one of the tripods. He lifted the camera off of it. “Oh, good. I think we got some good pictures of the four of us.”

“How’s that?” Lloyd asked.

“I set up the cameras to watch our foursome. Each took a photo every five seconds, so we have a whole set that I can sort through to see whether anything worthwhile will show up. It’s only a couple of thousand pictures.”

Jean said, “How many pictures did you take overall today?”

Matt glanced at the other camera, and then one he’d been using to photograph her masturbation session and their lovemaking session. “I’d guess around four or five thousand. I’ll have to let you know.”

“Thousand!”

Matt nodded, “These two cameras were taking shots every five seconds the whole time we were swapping. So right there is two thousand. I took about a thousand of Jean masturbating, and I’m guessing another thousand when the two of you were making love.”

Marty Graham, our contact at NBC, and the assistant to the producer of the TV show The Circle, called one evening. She got Bob, but asked, “Is Brad there? I have a letter I need to read to him.”

Bob got Brad on the line. It was one of the nights that he and Sandy were staying over at the house. Sandy was already cuddled up with Jim on one of the sofas after dinner.

Marty read Brad the letter than she’d opened that day from the backlog of fan mail about the show.

Brad had stood in a corner of the lounge mostly listening on the phone as Marty read him the letter. At the end, they heard him ask her to scan the letter and send it to him by email. He promised to follow up. They also heard him ask her to send the vial with the swab and the enclosed photograph, a statement that made them all look at each other full of questions.

Sandy sat forward as he ended the call, “What’s up, honey?”

Brad looked at everyone in the room. “I might have a teenager I didn’t know about until just now.”