Chapter 29: Wedding Photographers

The Day After the Wedding

I opened the front door to welcome Jeremy and Alex. Jeremy was one of the top photographers in Britain and perhaps all of Europe, if not the World. His work was now being sought after almost as much as Brian Griffin in the U.K. or Annie Leibovitz in the U.S. A year or two before he’d done a photo shoot of the Queen. Alex was his new wife, a beautiful American woman. Jeremy told me the two of them were actually distant relations and had met and fallen in love over a period of time at several family weddings.

Jeremy and Alex were in the States for three weeks. They were spending a week in Sarasota around Mel’s wedding having a “holiday” as the Brits called it, then they were off to Los Angeles and New York for one-week exhibitions of some of Jeremy’s work. He had a book coming out with photos of famous personalities; his publicist was taking the opportunity to not only tout the book but also increase recognition of his ‘name brand’.

As we walked through the house towards the patio, I could see Chris out on one of the chaises basking in the late afternoon sun – topless, of course. Oh, well, we’d see how the two of them responded. We came out chatting and Chris turned to us and then stood with a welcoming smile. She didn’t blink or blanche or blush even for a second; she came and participated in the introductions even giving the two of them brief hugs. Jeremy was clearly enthralled with the partial nudity. Alex seemed amused at her husband’s feigned calmness; he was unsuccessfully trying to act nonchalant and unfazed.

Lynn and Karen came from the house and further introductions were made. Everyone had met briefly the evening before but with so much partying going on, this was really the official meeting for most of them. Lynn and Karen were in their very brief Wicked Weasel bikinis that left little to the imagination. Now Jeremy’s tongue was lolling out the side of his mouth – well practically. He did use it occasionally to catch the drooling.

After assessing the mode of dress, Alex asked if it was all right if she took in more sun than her three-quarter length sleeve dress was allowing. Lynn told her “Of course” and asked if she wanted a bathing suit. Alex thought and looked at the brevity of the clothing around her and announced that a European approach would be fine. With little ado she pulled her dress over her head leaving her clad only in lacy bikini briefs – she’d been braless under her dress. Now MY tongue was the one doing the lolling! She was beautiful and arousing.

Alex had a flawless body and spectacular breasts. Well, almost as spectacular as everyone else’s. Chris and Alex sat out in the sun talking animatedly about the wedding, what it was like to work with a ‘famous’ photographer and about Jeremy’s forthcoming book. Jeremy, Lynn, Karen and I sat nearby in the shade holding a similar conversation.

At one-point Jeremy ran out to his car and retrieved his computer with the photographs from yesterday’s wedding and reception. We all gathered around and looked at them. He had been busy overnight loading them from his camera and had even found time to Photoshop several of them.

True to form, Jeremy’s photos were spectacular. They were a stunning and memorable collection that Mel and Robbie would treasure forever. What was remarkable was that Alex’s photos were as good as and, in some places, better than Jeremy’s. She was a good student. I told her so, as she stood behind me leaning over my shoulder to see the computer screen, her naked breasts occasionally grazing my shoulder or the side of my face. I was really getting horny. I noticed that Chris was doing the same thing to Jeremy.

Overall, we spent over an hour pouring over the shots and commenting or remembering some wedding event from the day before. Jeremy was taking notes about which shots to keep and which to archive. By the time we finished it was well into the cocktail hour. A flurry of activity by the women produced some fine wines and hors d’oeuvres for all of us. We insisted that Alex and Jeremy stay for dinner and they were pleased with the idea.

By cocktail time all the women were topless, a sight that Jeremy and I were thoroughly enjoying in an almost conspiratorial manner. There was a lot of flirting going on too, and I could watch Jeremy redden in a blush and lighten depending on what was going on.

Over dinner, I asked Jeremy about other types of photography he’d tried during his career. He confessed that his landscapes and press photography were routine yet better celebrated than he thought they should be. He also admitted to doing some erotic photography earlier in his career.

At that point, Alex jumped into the conversation and said, “Well, you did some erotic photography only a month ago if you recall. I still think it’s some of your best work even though I was part of the subject matter.” She leaned in and kissed him passionately.

Jeremy hemmed and hawed, not sure what to say at that point. Karen said, “Can you show us some of that? Do you have it on your computer? We all love anything erotic.”

Jeremy looked at Alex with a perplexed look on his face. There was some unspoken communication between them that appeared to be settled when Alex said, “Oh, go ahead and show them. Everyone here’s seen people making love. These are the most loving people in the world. Show them!”

Jeremy said, “Alllllllll right!” somewhat reluctantly. Alex brought him his computer from another table.

The computer screen lit up the back patio as the last rays of the sun faded in the western sky. We all clustered around the screen again. I was fortunate to again have Alex’s breasts close by; this time Karen was the one draping her bounteous breasts over Jeremy’s shoulder. I could tell Alex was amused and perhaps even aroused at the near nudity.

Jeremy called forth the right file and then his graphics program to display his art. Up on the screen came a shot of Alex and him in a passionate embrace – both were apparently nude. The lights and shadows highlighted the muscles and curves of their bodies as they embraced. It was one of the sexiest shots I’d ever seen. It showed passion, intimacy and commitment all in one picture. Everyone on the patio went “Wow!” and expressed other sentiments of appreciation and awe.

The next photograph was a frontal shot of Alex. She was completely nude and reclining in deep shadows, every key part of her anatomy was exposed to the camera – and thus to the viewers. She was masturbating in the photograph and clearly enjoying the eroticism of the moment. I think everyone on the patio starting panting. Alex looked pleased with herself when I looked up at her to see if she was embarrassed. She wasn’t in the least. She even winked at me and gave me a devilish grin that made me wonder.

The third photograph showed Alex’s mouth wrapped around Jeremy’s cock. In the photo you could only see the look of pleasure on her face. Again, shadows and light angles had been used to make the photo more seductive and less pornographic. Several others showed the same scene from slightly different angles and with slightly more or less depths of penetration of her mouth. In one her wet tongue extended in an erotic gesture to just touch the tip of his erect and glistening cock.

The next series showed close ups of Alex’s gorgeous pussy. From photo to photo her labial lips were slightly repositioned or showing different degrees of arousal. In several, the nub of her clitoris was clearly visible, demonstrating the excitement she was experiencing when the picture was taken. As the pictures slowly came and went on the screen, Alex started to quite intentionally rub her breasts across my shirtless back and neck; I could feel her nipples harden as she delivered the stimulation to each of us. We flashed smiles at each other at one point. I wanted her to know that I wholeheartedly approved.

A series of shots showed her breasts and her torso from different viewpoints, again the use of light and shadows heightened the eroticism of the shots. In some pictures, either Alex or Jeremy’s hand stroked or pinched to arouse her nipples and excite the viewer. To my right, I could see Karen duplicating on Jeremy what Alex was doing to me with her breasts. Chris was looking over his other shoulder and I could see her hand inside her bikini bottoms fingering herself as each erotic picture revealed itself on the computer screen. Lynn was rubbing her own breasts as she stood behind us all. I could smell the aroma of pussy starting to fill the night air. For fuck’s sake, we all could.

A series of shots with the two of them copulating appeared next. First, was a close-up of Jeremy’s cock just entering Alex’s moist pussy; the mushroom head was barely visible as the penetration apparently started. The next several shots showed the shaft at increasing depths into Alex’s open pussy. My own cock had become as hard as the ones in the photographs; I surreptitiously adjusted myself to be more comfortable and I heard Alex snicker behind me. She whispered in my ear, “They’re really ‘hot’ aren’t they?” I nodded. Alex rubbed her breasts against my cheek and I stuck my tongue out briefly and licked the side of one, just getting the tip of my tongue to dampen one of her nipples.

There was a long series of shots showing the two of them fucking in the missionary position from different angles and with different light and shadow combinations. Some shots were fuzzy and Jeremy would remind himself that he needed to delete this one or edit that one. In most shots the viewer could see the penetration of Alex’s vagina by Jeremy’s large cock. Both Chris and Karen were rubbing their breasts across Jeremy’s bare back. I could see their nipples were erect showing the level of their arousal. The more they rubbed; the quieter Jeremy got. His running commentary about the photos and the settings he’d used all but ceased.

In the next series of shots Alex had mounted Jeremy. The penetration was clear, even with the shifting light and different shadow angles. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies from photo to photo. In quite a few, Jeremy arched forward so he could suckle on Alex’s breasts. The sequence was some of the most erotic I’d ever viewed, and I thought myself a connoisseur of good pornography.

In the last sequence there were clearly orgasms taking place by each of them. There then followed a couple of shots of Alex’s pussy with Jeremy’s white creamy semen seeping from the vaginal opening. In one close-up shot, Alex had her head back in abject pleasure and satisfaction. That was the last shot of the file.

The computer screen went blank. There was a long silence then Lynn said, “I’ve never been so horny in all my life. I need to be fucked.” Chris was peeling off her bikini bottoms; Karen was doing the same next to her and nodding in agreement.

Karen turned to Alex, “Can we borrow Jeremy for a few moments? We’ll be right behind you on the lounger.” Alex chuckled and nodded her approval. She moved to my side and pulled my head into her bare breasts. I sucked and licked on each one of her taut mounds, enjoying the different weight and feel from my other lovers. Lynn came and kissed the two of us very passionately. Seconds later the two women were stepping out of their bikini bottoms and underwear.

I looked across the patio to the large lounger where I watched Karen sink her pussy down on Jeremy’s very erect cock. Chris sat beside the couple rubbing Jeremy’s chest. There were sexy murmurs from each of them.

Alex spread herself out on our chaise; “Fuck me! Make love to me, Jim – Lynn.” I positioned myself at the entrance to her vagina and rubbed the head of my rock-hard erection around the wetness she had exuded as we watched Jeremy’s photos; she was highly aroused. I sank my shaft into her in one slow, smooth stroke. This was lust at its best. I thought that I barely knew this woman but that I was a close friend of her husband and partner. As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I succumbed to the lust and decided to just enjoy the coupling and not worry about whether she was ready for this union. We both wanted this without a shred of doubt. I didn’t want either of them hurt by what was going on and certainly not their relationship.

Lynn became vocal as she watched us: “Fuck her, Jim. Drive that cock deep into her lovely body. Cum deep in her. I want to suck all those juices from her wet cunt. Pump. Thrust. Drive into her. Do it. God, you two are so sexy together.”

Alex whispered up at Lynn, “Can you do me a favor?”

Lynn looked with lust at Alex, “Anything.” She reached over a stroked Alex’s hair.

“Then sit on my face while Jim fucks me. I want to eat you. I want to taste you and tongue your sex. I’m kind of bisexual and don’t want to miss this opportunity, if you’re willing.”

Lynn straddled Alex’s face in a way so she was facing me. I could paw at either woman’s tits, cupping them, pulling them, sucking on them, stroking them, and loving them. Both were responding with a rare eagerness and enthusiasm.

Alex reached an orgasm before anyone else in our trio. She clenched her legs together by way of telling me to stop thrusting into her for a moment. I could feel her muscles and the rolling of her hips as she came. She squealed from beneath Lynn.