Anne fixed drinks and waited for Dave to arrive home from work. She had been out shopping, and she looked lovely in a short white skirt, summer linen, a pink blouse, white high heels, and sheer nylons.
Dave came through the front door and walked into the kitchen. He came up behind Anne and kissed her neck.
"I've got a surprise for you, darling," he whispered.
She turned around. "What's that?"
"Peek in the living, room." Anne walked to the kitchen door, opened it a crack, and looked in the other room.
"Who's that?" she asked softly.
"Gary Peterson, he's the boy who lives down the block. We haven't met his parents yet."
"God, he's young," Anne said, peeking in again at the boy, then looking at Dave with a smile. "You want me to fuck him, huh?" she whispered. "While you watch?"
"Yeah, and take pictures. I bought a brand-new Polaroid. It's out on the table. I wanna take some pictures of you alone first, though, okay?"
Dave took his drink in the other room and Anne went with him. Gary sat on the couch. He was lean, almost six feet, had a square-cut, tight skin face, was very handsome, and he wore jeans and a button-down shirt. His hair was cut short and had been bleached blond by the sun.
"This is Anne," Dave said.
The boy stood up. "Hello, ma'am." Anne smiled and said hello. Dave picked up the new Polaroid and loaded it. "I told you I wanted you to help me take some pictures."
"Yes, sir," the boy said.
"Well, first, I don't need any help. You can just watch… then you can help me."
The boy sat down and said, "Yes, sir."
Anne sat down on the other end of the couch away from the boy. Dave focused the camera and shot a picture of her looking ravishingly beautiful in her skirt and tit-bulging blouse, her sheer nylons, and white heels.
Then Anne slid to the edge of the couch and hiked her skirt over the tops of the nylons, showing off shiny black garter-straps. Dave took a picture.
Gary watched, surprised by the action.
Anne pulled her skirt up farther and revealed a pretty pair of pink panties that were shaded at the crotch by her rich, thick, carpet of cunt curls.
Dave took another picture.
Anne unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it open to reveal a black bra. She reached into the big C-cups and popped her tits out over the top of the bra so they sat there like two delicious oysters on the half-shell.
Dave clicked a picture.
Gary watched, trembling. His cock snapped to attention as he looked at the sexy, older lady, so beautiful, so voluptuous.
Anne rubbed her hand over the muff-mound of her pussy-packed pink panties as Dave flashed another photo.
Then she pulled her skirt high on her waist and slid her panties down to her knees so they were a tight roll there. Her brown pussy was bared to the boy and her husband. They both gawked and shuddered with delight.
Dave took a series of photos of her in various sexy positions, her legs spread, her panties down on her ankles, and then finally off. Anne took the pinkies and dangled them sexily from one hand.
She spread her legs wide, slid way down on the edge of the couch, her white skirt up, her blouse open, her pussy a jewel.
Gary's cock spiked his jeans.
Dave's cock squirted in his slacks.
Anne stood up and took her skirt and blouse off and revealed herself in a black waist-cincher, black bra, nylons, garters, and white heels. Her pussy was exposed.
Dave reloaded the camera and went back to work shooting pictures. Anne stood with her hands on her hips, rubbed her pussy, played with her tits, and drove the man and boy wild.
Then she sat down beside Gary, looked deep into the boy's eyes as her hand fell to his lap. She felt his hard teenage cock. She palmed the length of the shaft.
She leaned in and kissed the lad, plunged her tongue into his mouth and flapped it around as her hand played on his pulsing cock through his jeans.
She broke the kiss, took Gary's hands and placed them on her tits.
"Like those?" She smiled seductively, teasingly.
"Yes, ma'am… they're… they're big." Dave flashed off more pictures. Anne took one of his hands and placed it between her legs, moved it at the wrist, took his fingers against her pussy.
"Ever felt a cunt before?" she whispered. The boy took his head to indicate he hadn't. Anne unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. The teenager had a hard six-incher, just as hard as brick. Anne fisted the cockstalk, squeezed, felt the heat and throb of his erection in her soft hand.
Gary rubbed her pussy.
She squeezed again on his prick and it erupted.
"Oh, my God!" Anne gasped.
"He's gettin' it… he's cummin'!" Dave exclaimed.
Dave was busy taking pictures of the sweet scene on the couch.
"I just touched his prick and it's shootin' off," Anne said with amazement and delight in her voice.
Gary's prick sprayed a seething, bubbling splash of hot cum-cream. A frothing deluge that shot upward in a high arch and spilled to the carpet in front of the couch. Anne watched him cum, then squeezed harder on his teen prick and pumped her hand. Another huge load pissed out and showered the carpet.
Gary stiffened, gasped loudly and moaned. "Ah, ah, ooooo, oh, ma'am, ma'am!"
"Come on, boy… cum for me like this," Anne teased, her hand jacking the boy's cock.
"Oh, ma'am… it feels…"
"Good, doesn't it, Gary? Feels so good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, yes, yes… ooooh!" the boy panted.
Dave caught all the action, the spraying, spurting prick, Anne's dancing hand, the way the boy had slid a finger in Anne's pussy, the way his whole body trembled and shook as though he'd just come in from a freezing storm, which made his hand shake to give Anne a thrill too.
Suddenly Anne dipped and went down on Gary, her tongue sweeping over the bubbling, fizzing prick, and she sucked the plum-head into her soft, warm mouth.
"Ah," the boy gulped.
Anne's lovely head bobbed up and down. The boy gulped and gasped.
Dave took pictures of the magnificent scene, watching and filming his wife sucking the teenager's squishing cock.
Dave's prick was like a bar of iron in his pants. He put the camera down and quickly stripped out of all his clothes so he was naked. His huge, thick prick looked dangerous, and dripped a big string of cum from the cockhead that looked like a hunk of spaghetti hanging there.
He reloaded the camera and took, some more pictures of Anne sucking Gary.
She lifted off his cock.
"It's still hard. He came, and I got half his load, but he's still hard as a brick," she said.
"Have him take off all his clothes," Dave suggested.
Anne stood to let the boy disrobe. She looked marvelous in the black waist-cincher, the black bra with her huge tits over the top, her nylons, and white high heels.
The boy stripped.
Anne pulled him to her and kissed him, winding her arms around his neck, then taking one hand down his back and sliding it over his tight little ass.
"Have you, ever fucked before?" Anne whispered, breaking the hot kiss.
"No," Gary whispered back.
"Wanna fuck me?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am… can I?"
Anne pulled Gary to the floor. She lay back and spread her legs.
Dave took a picture.
She motioned for Gary to get over on top of her.
He did. He lowered his body to hers.
Anne grabbed his prick and guided his hot, throbbing, young cock to her pussy. She inserted the hard-on into her cunt.
"Now, fuck me," she said.
The boy fucked up and down clumsily, but fast and hard.
Dave took pictures. But he couldn't stand it any longer. He was so hot. He put the camera down and went and sat on the couch. He grabbed his prick and started jacking himself off.
"Fuck him, Anne," Dave panted.
Anne ground her hips, screwed her ass off the floor to meet Gary's wild strokes. The teenager was bumping up and down, slapping his body to Anne's, pounding his prick in and out of her cunt.
"God, he's fuckin' me good," Anne cried. "Feel good, honey," Dave yelped. "I'm gettin' it!" Anne cried again. "Yeah, cum!"
Anne felt the flush of hot fuck cream splatter out of Gary's prick into her cunt. The tingle of sweet satisfaction simmered through her.
Dave's cock erupted and sprayed out a huge load that arced through the air and splashed to the carpet next to the hot fuckers.
"I love you," Dave called to Anne.