A naughty photographer for Anna

After our first experience with a stranger, we decided to up the bar a little. Anna played with her exhibitionist side and... oh, God, if she made both of Nathan and the stranger hard and needy!

Here's the uncensored, full story of this dirty game.

***
“I love you.”
This is by far the strangest moment in which I’ve ever said such words to Nathan. I’m lying on a bed next to a stranger, stroking his cock while the same nameless man caresses my pussy and sucks my toe.
Trust me, sometimes lust makes you find ways you’d never thought possible.
Nathan is standing in front of me, gently stroking his hard cock with a hand, filming the action with the other. Looking at his hardness excites me more than touching the second stranger’s cock in less than a month, after more than two years of Nathan’s.
“I love you,” I repeat when hubby gets closer to me, then I reach out with a hand and grab his hardness, stroking it close to my mouth.
“I love you, too,” hubby answers.
The unknown cock throbs in my grasp.
“Do you want to cum?” I ask the man in my hand.
“I don’t want to cum… yet,” he answers.
He’s been shy the whole evening. But I’m going to take charge, I’m going to please this man even if he doesn’t want to admit he needs it. His hard, pulsating cock speaks for him.
“I give you five minutes,” hubby jokes at me.
He knows I like challenges.
But how did we end up in such a situation?
***
The idea comes from long ago, from before we fell in love so much with each other.
We had discussed playing with other people. Men, women, couples. Nothing hardcore. The idea of exposing my naked body to others excited both of us. I wanted to look at others' intimate moments, and I wanted to show someone else my naughty side, too: how I suck my man’s cock, how he spanks my pussy when I don’t behave or simply slams his big cock into my cunt, making me moan and ask for more.
But one of the most daring ideas has always been to invite a stranger to a hotel room to take photos of me. Naked, of course. If not at the beginning, soon enough.
The main objective was to tease him. To freely make use of all of my femininity, all of my sex appeal. To make the camera melt, to make him hard, to make him desire to fuck me in every hole.
This excited both me and Nathan, but the doubts and fears of the beginning of a story overcame our curiosity and, in the end, we ended up leaving our fantasies aside.
But hubby never forgets.
***
“Don’t get upset,” he begins.
I hate when he does that. Because he has something to say that will surely make me angry.
“I’ve started looking for a photographer for us,” he says.
A rush of blood makes my face red. I know what he means with “photographer”.
Why did he do that? Why now? Why without asking me again, before taking action?
But he reassures me soon enough. He is just looking for possibilities, he says. We don’t have to do it.
As much as I can pretend to be shocked, though, the bare truth is that I am already excited by the idea. After all, in the last month, we’ve finally started exploring the boundaries of our lust. This is just a new, little step we can take together.
Yes, I want to play this new game. I want to discover new sides of me that I haven’t had a chance to know, yet. I want to get out of my comfort zone and enjoy this new adventure to its fullest.
And Nathan knows it the best.
He shows me the photos of a couple of men he considers good candidates. One – among all - looks nice and... well… normal.
Nobody wants to be stuck naked in a room with a weirdo, right?
***
Everything is set. We arrive at the hotel half an hour before the man. I need time to get ready and… drink some wine. I feel more nervous than I thought. When hubby massaged me together with a stranger, or when we met that couple in the private spa, I wasn’t required to do anything in particular.
But now, I have to be sexy. I have to provoke the man, I have to pose in front of a camera with the intent of making him hard.
Will I be able to? Will the man be turned on by me? Will hubby like how I tease him… or will he become jealous if I do my job well?
“Don’t worry. You can always whisper in my ear that it’s enough, that you don’t feel OK… and I’ll send the guy away.”
Nathan’s words manage to calm me down.
I enter the bathroom and wear the sexy cleaning lady outfit I bought for Nathan years ago. The white net stockings, the black lace bra with ready-to-open ribbons on my nipples, and the sexy, black suspenders. Last, when I hear him entering the room with the stranger, I wear the lace mask that will protect my identity last.
***
He’s cute, I think when I see him. In a good way. I feel like I want to tease him, I want to make him horny. He isn’t the cocky type who came here for a chance to fuck me. He’s here to enjoy me, and it’ll be up to me to make him want me.
I lay on the bed and take different poses while he takes shots of me. We are all nervous, but Nathan seems always in control. We laugh when hubby starts taking photos, too, because I don’t know where to look.
I smile inside when I send a kiss to the stranger's camera, and catch a glimpse of Nathan’s frown. But he says nothing about that.
“Spread your legs,” “Turn around,” “Get on your all fours,” “Wiggle your butt at the camera,” “Squeeze your tits,” “Rub your pussy,” …
Nathan seems on fire. I follow every command and the photographer catches every detail of my body.
Yes, it works. I feel exposed, I feel sexy. I feel feminine… and so horny, already.
“Should I take off my bra?” I ask. I want to show this man everything I have.
Nathan’s grin tells me to do it. I kneel on the bed and make a little show to the camera, revealing my perky nipples to the stranger. His curious eyes, lingering on my tits for a couple of seconds, don’t disappoint me.
“Bend on the bed,” Nathan commands again.
This time, I decide to play a little. I follow his command, but as soon as my butt is sticking out, I spank myself, inviting hubby to do so.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Yes. Make me feel yours. Show this stranger what you – and only you – can do to me. Show him I’m yours.
Hubby’s hand leaves a red sign on my skin every hit. I’m strangely proud to show this stranger how much I like hubby’s hits, how much his firm hand makes me moan, and wet.
“Take off your panties,” Nathan commands.
“What if I don’t?” I tease him.
Another smack hits my butt, making me shiver. I so want his fingers inside my pussy, already!
The camera is behind me, in the hands of the man crouching between my legs to capture the moment. I straighten my legs and I slide my panties off, waving my butt left and right, then toss them away, spreading my thighs just enough to expose my sex.
Both my holes are being exposed to a stranger once again, this time knowing the man is there to look at them, to zoom into them.
“Feel good?” Nathan asks.
It’s almost a whisper in my ear, and I nod in response. I’m melting. I would want him to fuck me already. To just come behind me, pull out his hard cock and slam it in my cunt, regardless of the stranger looking at us. OR even better, I would love hubby to tell the stranger to look at me, to look at his cock pounding my wet pussy, at my hard, excited nipples…
“Good. Get on your all fours then, and touch yourself.”
My head is spinning. Is it the wine or the excitement? I reach for my pussy between my legs, while Nathan kisses me with passion, playing with my tongue, sucking my lips, and caressing my hard nipples.
I’m wet. And my lips are so swollen already… so in need to be used and fucked. I need to be pleased, to be taken hard, to be used like a fuck doll by my man.
Nevertheless, I play with the stranger, circling my fingers around my clit, sliding them back and forth on my moist lips.
“Finger yourself.”
Another command, another thing out of my comfort zone. But Nathan sliding under my chest and wrapping a nipple with his tender lips makes me forget about everything else. I slide one, then two fingers into my pussy. In and out, in and out…
It feels so good, that I can’t restrain shamelessly moaning.
As soon as Nathan passes by my side again, I slide a hand inside his trunks and pull out his cock. The musky smell attracts me… I cannot resist. I slide it in my mouth, twist my tongue all around the swollen tip, and feel the precum flowing out of it as it gets harder, ready for me.
I don’t even stop when the photographer moves by my side to film the naughty scene. If anything, I look up at the camera showing him how good of a cocksucker I am. Even when Nathan pushes his dick down my throat making me choke and drool, I gladly display to the stranger how dirty I can be.
Nathan spanks me one, two, three times more. But it’s enough foreplay for me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I ask.
My voice is trembling with excitement, and yet my tone is firm like a sentence. He has no way out of this.
Hubby grabs me and rolls me on the bed, then slides his hard cock in my drenched hole. One, two, three thrusts to fit his big cock inside me, and I’m already in heaven.
“Yes… yes… I love it… fuck me more…”
But it lasts only a couple of seconds: this is not what he wants.
“Bend on the table,” he commands.
“Make me,” I challenge him.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me down from the bed. I don’t resist much. I want it too.
I bend on the white table facing a huge window. I can see outside, the people thirteen floors below, on the street. And Nathan fucks me. This time hard, as he knows I need it.
“Yes… yes… please… so hard… it feels so good…”
Hubby alternates seconds of hard thrusting in my cunt with moments of fingering me from behind. Three fingers spread my pussy, exploring and rubbing my insides, making me shiver with pleasure. Then it’s his cock again, hard and crazy for me.
I feel all his love, every time he is inside me. He thrusts his huge dick so hard inside me, and I feel it growing, getting harder, reaching farther… it’s painful, it’s beautiful.
When Nathan rolls me to face up on the table and lifts my legs, I look at the stranger now standing by our side. I’m completely exposed to him, now. My freckled body, my turgid nipples, my moaning, lustful mouth. And so the little strip of hair on top of my pussy, my wet, spread lips and the cock thrusting inside me, taking me so hard.
Ooh, I love my hubby so much. And I love when he fucks me hard.
I look at the camera, licking my lips with lust.
“Mmmm… it’s so huge… too big… it’s painful… no… I love his thick cock so much…”
My foot is there… just a couple of centimetres from the stranger’s crotch. I reach for it, and then I caress it with my toes, moving them up and down his hardness.
Yes, he’s hard. He’s hard for me.
Fuck. I’m being penetrated by my husband while I make another man hard, looking at me. I’m showing this stranger every little detail of my lewd body. I’m showing him how naughty I am, how dirty I can get.
“I’m going to make you cum,” Nathan announces, pulling his cock out of my pussy.
Yeah… actually… I can get way dirtier than this.
“I don’t know if…”
I can’t even finish the sentence. Hubby won’t let me take control, anyway. His two fingers reach for my g-spot and suddenly squirt of my cum drips on the floor. Then another, and another one. I hear Nathan telling the cameraman to move away, and I realize the man is pointing straight at my pussy while I cum. If we exclude a little moment when Nathan organized our massage experience, I’ve never shown anybody how I cum.
Nathan doesn’t stop to finger me, and I cannot stop spraying juices in front of me Being watched should stop me but… instead… my body just wouldn’t stop. When Nathan finishes fingering me, I’m a mess. The table is wet under me, all the way to my neck, and on the floor, there’s a large puddle of my juices.
“Oh, my God… oh, my God… what did I do…” I pant.
Nathan laughs, happy. The stranger smiles at me. I feel so embarrassed... is this how a lady should behave?
But I calm down when I realize that the two men have clearly enjoyed the show.
“I need a glass of wine,” I announce, standing up.
***
After squirting so much, I need a moment to catch my breath.
I drink my white wine while hubby hugs me from behind. I thought I’d feel more embarrassed but, actually, I’m looking forward to continue playing with this stranger who has just watched me being so dirty.
I ask Nathan for a four-hand massage, something similar to what he organized for our first sharing experience. Hubby knows how much I like to be touched, and how much it excites me.
He tells the stranger to put the camera down and come to the bed to help him. I close my eyes, face down, feeling once again four hands sliding on my body. Long caressing touches on my back, my neck, and my arms. Then my feet and calves, my inner thighs. The stranger seems to avoid my naughty spots… so much it makes me a little uneasy.
I would love to scream how much I want to be touched. But I’m sure Nathan already knows. His fingers slides on my slit, giving a little relief to my pain. One, two fingers inside my pussy. My butt archs up, to welcome them deeper, and hubby finger fucks me from behind, making me moan again.
As soon as the man is kneeling by my side I reach for his crotch and grab his hardness through the trunks. Up and down, up and down… eit’s so hard… the man is so horny for me, already.
To what extent am I turning him on?
Hubby must see the question in my eyes.
“Do you want to touch him?” He asks, whispering in my ear.
“Yes.”
Which woman would say ‘No’, while being fingered by such a man, kept on the verge of another orgasm?
“You can remove your trunks,” he tells the man.
I turn around to face up and look at them. Two naked men at my sides. Two naked men touching my body. Two hard cocks for me to play with.
Nathan kneels close to my head, inviting me to suck his cock. There’s nothing I want to do more, right now. I accept it in my watering mouth, sucking on his swollen, purple head, tasting the precum flowing on my tongue while I roll it all around.
The stranger’s hands reach for my legs, caress them, and cuddle them. He traces his fingers on my calves, on my thighs, and on my belly and chest, continuously avoiding the better spots.
Fuck, I need to be touched.
I reach for his cock, hoping he’ll understand what he has to do. I grab it, cuddle it, feel the swollen balls, the hardness of the shaft, the pulsating tip…. it’s the second cock stranger I touch in a month, and the third cock I see. I still have to get used to this feeling… this being shared, this excitement I feel when I make another man desire me.
I ask hubby for some lube and spread it on my hand to make it more slippery. I don’t want to lick my hands or suck a stranger’s cock. It’s too early for that, I’m not ready. I would need some more connection with a man, to perform an act like that, if I’ll ever do.
For a moment, my mind drifts to that couple. Our friends, both tall, thin, beautiful and… apparently interested in us. I wonder how it would feel, with them.
But soon, I’m brought back to reality by the stranger’s moans. This gives me courage. I always wonder if I’m doing a good job, every time I please a man.
It’s clear that the photographer is enjoying it now but… he still doesn’t seem to understand that his role has changed. He keeps on barely touching my body. How can he think that this is enough to please me, while I’m sucking my husband’s cock with such eagerness and stroking him with such passion?
I’ve had enough. I grab his hand and place it right on my pussy.
There, it’s like I say. Touch my cunt.
Nathan smiles… he knows me. If I need something, I take it.
“Can I touch her?” The stranger asks.
“I think you really should,” Hubby laughs back.
Finally. The man’s fingers find my clit, my drenched lips. He slides them up and down, teasing me, making me wriggle and moan in pleasure.
A cock in my mouth, one in my hand, and four hands on me… it feels like heaven. A threesome with my favourite man, and a total stranger. If hubby had told me we’d do this, one month ago, I’d tell him he’s gone crazy.
And now I arch my hips to invite the man to touch me harder, but his fingers only slide inside my lips a little, never inside. I want him to penetrate me. I want him to finger fuck my horny pussy.
Nathan must have told him not to.
I can’t resist anymore.
“Fuck me,” I ask hubby.
“Ask better,” he says, slapping my face and grabbing my neck with power.
“I said fuck my pussy. Fuck it now.”
I love his grin when I tease him like this. Especially while he’s making me numb, blocking the oxygen going to my head, crushing my neck to the mattress.
Right when I’m at my limit, he grabs me, pulls me up and turns me around on all fours. His strength amazes me… makes me horny. I’m a doll, in his hands.
A single thrust and his throbbing dick is buried in my cunt.
“Mmm…. yes… yes… I love it…”
Nathan fucks me so well. His big cock is made for my pussy. It just… reaches the right spots, making me quiver every time it slides in and out of me.
I lose myself in the pleasure once again. The photographer stands at the edge of the bed, his cock just a couple of inches from my mouth. I grab it with two hands, caress it, stroke it… it’s so close to my lips, and the man keeps on pushing in my direction. He’s getting bolder… he would love me to open my lips and suck it, I feel it. He would want to fuck my throat as Nathan did before, to make me choke and drool on his cock.
The fact I’ll not allow him to… makes me even more excited. But I’m proud of being so sexy for him.
Behind me, Nathan has replaced his cock with his fingers… and when he touches me from behind like this, I cannot restrain myself. I push my butt to his fingers, moaning like I’m in heat. I feel them as deep as his cock, filling me up to my cervix, then sliding out rubbing my g-spot before dipping into my cunt again.
“Naughty girl,” I hear from behind.
I must have squirted. I can’t hold it back. I don’t want to. The situation is too exciting to pretend I don’t want to enjoy it… to enjoy the hard cock in my hand, so close to my face… exposing such a dirty me to this stranger.
But soon, Nathan wants my full attention.
“Suck my cock,” he commands, lying on the bed.
No need to ask me twice. I crawl between my husband’s spread legs and lick and suck his wonderful rod with passion. I let him push it into my mouth, I let him keep my head there, against his crotch, as I do my best to fight the spasms of my stretched throat.
My eyes are watering. I must be a mess. And yet I love to be used like this… to feel owned, to lose myself into my husband… to let him control me to such an extent.
Pure trust.
“Do you like touching his cock?” Nathan asks me at some point. I’m alternating licks to strokes on his hard cock… I would so want to ride him, now.
“Yes…”
My answer is almost a whisper. As if I’m embarrassed to tell him the truth.
“Do you want to make him cum?”
“Can I?”
I know he’s been waiting for this moment. And frankly, by now, I’m curious too.
“Ask him, then.”
“Do you like how I touch you?” I ask the man, my hand still stroking my husband’s hard cock, now gently, just to keep it hard and excited for me.
“I love it.”
“Can I touch you again?”
“If my lady wants… she can do whatever she wants to me.”
Nathan stands up and tells the stranger to lay on the bed, in his place.
I sit by the photographer – now just a naked stranger waiting for me to please him – and grab his cock again.
“Can I touch you?” he asks.
“I think you should,” Hubby answers in my place.
I spread my legs and let the man’s hand roam on my tits, nipples, belly, and mound. Then on my inner thighs, on my pussy, my clit.
I moan, stroking his hardness in my hand, looking at his excited cock completely in my power, now.
Suddenly, the man grabs my leg and pulls a foot to his mouth, making me fall on my back in the strangest sixty-nine I’ve ever experienced.
A stranger sucking my toe while his fingers tease my horny pussy. My hand on his hard cock, my eyes stuck on hubby, standing in front of me, as hard as he’s ever been, looking at me pleasing another man.
“I love you,” I whisper, looking directly into Nathan’s eyes.
Is it so strange, that I find this moment the most connecting tonight? Looking into my man’s eyes while I stroke a stranger’s cock, while I ride an unknown man’s fingers?
“I love you, too,” hubby answers.
The stranger’s cock throbs in my hands, but he stops my hand right on the edge of his orgasm.
“Do you want to cum?” I ask the stranger.
“I don’t want to cum… yet,” the shy photographer answers back.
His wet cock tells me a different story.
“I give you five minutes,” hubby tells me. “Do a good job.”
Five minutes to make a stranger cum. Five minutes to see if I’m pretty enough, sexy enough… good enough to make any men cum for me.
Blood rushes to my head as I grip the stranger’s cock in my hand once again. My toe is still in his mouth… he sucks them with such passion… as if he’s giving me oral. And his hand caressing my pussy, my lips, my clit… Oh God, I wish hubby would let him push his fingers inside me because I’m in desperate need to feel something inside me. I would ride this stranger’s fingers like a real woman, moaning with pleasure, squirting my juices all over his hand… while looking at Nathan, telling him how much I love it, how much I love him.
But as much as I like it, as much as I moan, as much as I move my hips to push my sex on his hand, I don’t do anything to make him slide inside me. I respect Nathan’s boundaries. They make me feel at ease because everything we do has been decided and discussed, already.
I focus back on the stranger’s cock. He’s completely hard now that he has the freedom to roam his hands on my body. From my pussy he slides up to my nipples. He caresses and touches them, making me moan even more.
I’ve lost my inhibitions, completely. After all, This stranger has seen everything of me already, in detail.
Why should I not enjoy the moment as I want?
I look back at Nathan. He’s still stroking his hard cock in his hand, inciting me to make the man cum. I call him to me and grab his cock. Holding two men in my hands, two men I made horny for me… gives me a special mental pleasure.
But it doesn’t last long.
“Ooh, fuck… fuck…” The man suddenly groans arching his back, letting me give the last strokes to his needy dick.
Spurt after spurt, his load dirties his belly, my hand, my leg. The warm cum of a stranger is on me. Hubby allowed me to be such a dirty girl, tonight. I’m shivering with excitement.
I thought Nathan’s cum would be the last I see in my life. I love him this much. I don’t need any other man.
“Sorry, sorry…”
The stranger fears he came too fast, but this is not an issue for us.
“Well, I’ve told you five minutes,” hubby jokes, “not one.”
But we all smile and laugh while I finish squeezing the last drops from his cock, making him twitch under my touch.
I am powerful. I am sexy.
***
Hubby sent the man away as soon as he cleaned himself. The stranger thanked - of course he did! - and asked if he can meet us again.
“Maybe, in the future, if we’ll have any other fantasy to make true,” Nathan said.
Now hubby is on me, again. He fucks me with new passion as if he wants to make me his again.
But I’ve been his all the time. We’ve lived this together. The man was there for us to enjoy… like a tool, without uncomfortable strings attached.
I’m horny. My pussy pulsates so much, while Nathan pounds me from behind, crushing me onto the mattress. I don’t want this moment to ever end. In his hands, I’m a real woman.
But after a while, he pulls his cock out of me and begins cuddling my pussy with his finger. At first the outer part, then inside, sliding two of them gently in and out of me.
And suddenly, something strange happens. An orgasm. A new kind of orgasm.
I simply explode, arching my body in pleasure, releasing everything I’ve been building up for the past two hours. I cum, shivering and shuddering on the bed until the last wave of my orgasm fades away and there are only Nathan’s strong arms wrapped around me.
Simply the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“That was… powerful?” I say, my eyes closed, lost in the pleasure.
“Guess we gotta do it again,” Nathan answers, his fingers now cuddling the outside of my pussy with gentle strokes.
Yes, we’ll do it again. This, or another experience. And I’ll have many other orgasms with him, I know.
I’m already looking forward to everything our future together will bring us.