The last two hours had been incredible. After our initial, frankly disappointing attempt at wife-sharing, Molly had brought home a man she had already met alone and slept with. We had discussed the consequences of this, and although I was initially uncertain, I realised it had been a worthwhile sacrifice. They were much more comfortable with each other the previous time, and I was treated to an hour of immensely romantic sexual acrobatics.
She had performed with him exceptionally well, allowing me to witness the woman I loved giving herself to her lover as he passionately engaged in various sexual positions. She had made a wise choice, and this man, who was closer to her age than mine, had fucked her exceptionally well. He had taken her in every way imaginable on the sofa. He had licked her pussy to the point of making her legs tremble; she had reciprocated by sucking, licking, and practically deep-throating him much more than she had ever allowed me. I observed him stroking her breasts and buttocks and fingering her between her legs while she rode his stiff eight-inch cock.
Surprisingly, the most exciting aspect for me wasn’t watching his young, hard, bare cock thrusting in and out of her wet cunt, but rather watching the two of them passionately kiss. I had always believed that we would keep this to ourselves, but witnessing their tongues intertwined in each other’s mouths while his erection was deep inside her ignited a sense of excitement I hadn’t anticipated, despite the feelings of jealousy it stirred. I would later discover that these jealous feelings would only fuel my desire to share my wife with numerous more lovers. Be warned if you are contemplating a hotwife relationship, it can become addictive, for either one or both of you. Taboo sex comes with many dangers, but thats what makes it so exhilarating. I had captured all as much of them fucking as I could throughout the whole, but now I was left with only one image remaining. Unlike modern cameras, the very early ones relied on internal storage, and this particular model could only store 48 images. So, I had to make it the best, especially since I sensed that this would be the culmination, the point at which they would both reach their climax.
It had to be the one, the ‘money shot’ that I could revisit many times to elevate the excitement during my own wanking sessions.
I watched intently for the perfect moment as he guided her willing body to the end of the chair, her head resting on the arm and her body curled up, ready for him to enter her. She lifted her legs over his shoulders, and with her hands, she gently pulled back on her knees, curling her body into a position that would allow him to fuck her as deeply as possible. Using all my expertise, I found a position where I could not only capture a full view of him sliding in and out of her glistening, wet pussy but also a full shot of her face between the crook of her leg and the side of his body. Its only a shame that the photo couldn’t store the tantalising wet noise that his hard cock made as it pounds in and out of her wet cunt. Already I could see the her juices, that were lubricating her, trickling between her buttocks. I knew that soon he would shoot a load of his sticky white cum deep inside her, which would soon turn the river into a stream of their combing juices, a sight I would have to confine to memory. Maybe I should have left a second shot for the aftermath, something I would remember next time.
I was tempted to snap the shutter when he first thrust his penis forcefully into her, but I waited for that moment when Molly would reach the peak of her orgasm, capturing her cum-face for me to savour in the future. I could sense his eagerness as he quickened his strokes, firm and accelerating into her, her eyes initially open, gazing into his face, yearning for him to penetrate her passionately and fulfil her desires were now fully engaged with his. Her mouth opened wide as her breathing quickened and deepened. Her language was filthiest than I had ever heard her use as she urged him on.
‘Fuck me hard you bastard. Your cocks so big and hard, use me like the cheap whore I am. I want to feel you cum inside me.’
I was used to her dirty talk; it’s something that attracted me to her, but to hear her beg another man to fuck her was more exhilarating than I could ever have imagined. Just knowing that at that moment her passion was directed at somebody other than me stirred up iced emotions, causing my own body to release a conception of chemicals further heightening my pleasure. I was desperate to stroke my own cock to relieve the pent-up sexual tension I was experiencing, but that would prevent me from getting the shot I wanted so badly, one that I have viewed many times since.
Just as a spectacular fireworks display is easy to anticipate its climax, it was straightforward to predict the moment of the grand finale. He was thrusting her harder and harder with each stroke, her words of encouragement transforming into a repetitive stream of “fucking hell” as if they were the only words her mind could generate. The rest of her energy was focused solely on the intense sensation in her groin, until the words ceased, replaced by deep moans and laboured breathing. As I pressed the shutter, her body involuntarily spasmed, his penis deep within her, his balls pressing firmly against her as he released his cum forcefully into her like a wild animal inseminating its mate. It was an ideal photograph.
With no more pictures left, I could finally put the camera down and fully immerse myself in the unfolding event before me. Instead of them releasing each other from their passionate embrace as I had anticipated, they remained deeply engrossed in each other, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, and as I sat in a chair, masturbating, I watched in awe as they continued to passionately kiss, her arms now tightly wrapped around his back, drawing him closer to her. My own strokes quickened in anticipation, mirroring the intense activity that had just taken place before me. I feared I might be too late as he withdrew his now softening penis from her, releasing a torrent of his semen from her gaping pussy, but this sensual sight, coupled with the expression of complete contentment on her face, was all I needed as my rock-hard penis shot a stream cum with such force that it reached my neck, almost cuming on my own face.
Eventually, they released their hold on each other, and she got up from the sofa, their combined juices trickling down her unsteady legs. As she stumbled past me towards the bathroom, her legs weak and trembling, she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I knew then she was still mine and that she had taken all she needed from her younger lover for now, and though for that brief time, he had completely dominated my wife, I couldn’t deny that I had still been a part of the intimate encounter.