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And so it began. Maura agreed to pose for Alex and for her husband, Rob. She knew that their intentions were to film her every nuance as her lovely body was captured by the camera. Both of them worshipped her naked form. Capturing it photographically would be but one more extension of their idolization.

Maura teased them both for several months. She said she was too fat to be provocative. (She wasn’t.) She questioned whether they had sufficient skill to avoid making her look ordinary. (She was probably correct.) She brought up the fact that most of her more revealing lounge wear, chosen more for its texture than a striking contrast with her lovely body, would look bad in pictures. (Oh, well!)

She even questioned their motives. Although Maura knew that both men adored her and would never do anything to hurt her, she also knew that they would dearly love to tell the world of her beauty. Could they truly keep the photographs secret -- only for their own enjoyment? If it was true that the mere face of Helen of Troy launched 1000 ships, what would Maura’s voluptuous body do if her photos found their way onto the internet?

One afternoon after the three of them had been bantering among themselves discussing Maura’s charms in striking detail, she told them that she would model for them -- but only on such terms and in such outfits as she thought appropriate. They could make suggestions; but she would always have the final say. Her two lovers readily assented to her demands; and it was agreed that Rob would set up a makeshift studio with proper lighting. Maura agreed to model for her lovers the following Thursday evening.

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Thursday night arrived. So did Alex, weighted down with camera equipment and a single red rose for Maura. Rob met him at the door and ushered him into the “studio.” A teal backdrop had been erected, and a blue tarp was placed on the floor. A padded gold bench was placed in the center of the set. Lights, focused on the bench to minimize shadows, were placed on both sides of the tarp.

As the men were setting up their equipment, Maura came into the room carrying a tray of drinks for all of them. She was dressed in a business suit and wearing heels that really showed off her succulent calves. Bending from the waist to place the tray on a low table, she afforded her lovers a view of her thighs -- and the fact that she was not wearing panties. She WAS wearing more make-up than usual; and her face was quite dramatic, but not slutty.

As the men each took a glass from the tray, Rob proposed a toast. “Here’s to the finest model in the world. May our cameras not melt while recording your beauty, Maura.” Alex chimed in with “Hear, hear,” and the lovely bride blushed through her make-up.

As they drained their glasses and set them back on the tray, Maura announced that she was going to get another drink and inquired if either of them wanted a refill. They knew she wanted the alcohol to relax her for carrying out her modeling assignment. To ease her self-consciousness, both men asked for another drink as well.

As Maura walked out of the room, both men stared at her well-rounded derriere as she sashayed out in her heels. Even in the business suit she was hot. “My God, Rob,” exclaimed Alex. “She has to have the finest ass on the planet!” Rob merely nodded, beaming his assent non-verbally.

Maura return a few minutes later with the second round of drinks. This time she walked around behind the table and squatted down keeping her back straight and her breasts high. In this position, with her knees slightly parted, they could see her smooth, hairless pussy when the skirt rode up her thighs.

“Damn, Maura, you are such a tease. And we don’t even have our cameras out yet,” exclaimed Alex. Maura simply beamed at him and sat on the bench to drink. She crossed her lovely legs, momentarily cutting off their show -- as if to encourage them to hurry with their preparations.

“I think that about does it,” said Rob. “Let me just make sure about the lighting.” He moved forward with his light meter and held it next to Maura’s lovely face. “I think her skin tone will be just right.”

“Her skin tone is always perfect, Rob,” laughed Alex. “We just don’t always measure it with a light meter! Let’s take a couple of shots to see how the cameras love her.”

Maura placed her glass on a table just off the tarp and returned to her seat on the bench. She struck a classic pose with her head turned slightly to one side. Cameras clicked, and she turned her head for a profile shot. She looked serene and somewhat aloof. Although the cameras recorded her beauty, they did not capture the spark that always captivated her lovers.

Alex suggested, “Maura, why don’t you turn your body in profile and then look back to us. That’s it. Now lower your chin just a bit. Good. Now raise your eyebrows as if you just heard a noise.”

Again the cameras whirred and clicked. “Better, but still not great,” was Rob’s assessment. “I know you wanted the first shots in that suit -- and it looks fine; but something is still missing. Turn front again, unbutton the blouse a bit, then look to the side so we see your face in profile.”

Maura complied. “Now that’s more like it,” Alex said, snapping another photo. “Now we have a gorgeous woman wearing a formal suit, yet sporting a rather carefree look. That little half-smile really helped, too, Honey. Want to see?”

Both men went up to her and showed the digital images captured on their cameras. “The last pictures are much better, aren’t they!” she said. “I’ve got an idea.”

Maura stood up and removed her jacket. She unfastened one more button, revealing just a hint of her bra. Looking to her right, she slung the jacket over her right shoulder holding it with her right hand. In this position, the swell of her bra-encased right breast was visible. Maura bent her left knee and cocked her left hip slightly, achieving a casual, carefree look. Gone was the image of an uptight executive. Here was a devil-may-care woman in the office, not afraid to strut her voluptuous body to attract attention.

“Oh, yes,” said Rob. “Honey, THAT’S the girl in the office that I’d like to fuck! Now give us a little smile. Got it! Wow. This is hot.”

“Ready to model something a little more risque, Maura?” asked Alex.

“Well, I guess so. But remember -- I call the shots and choose the outfits. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Why don’t you just wear something you’d seduce Alex with,” suggested Rob.

A half smile crossed Maura’s face and they all knew that she had a devilish idea in mind. “Okay, Guys. I think you’ll like my next selection.” And off she pranced to change into something more comfortable.

“It’s not like we didn’t like the last look!” Alex said to Rob as he fiddled with the lights.

“What do you think about me putting a green filter on the lights for a bit of contrast and definition?” he asked.

“Rob, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself here. That would be a fine idea if Maura was totally naked -- to have an iridescent glow bouncing off her fabulous body; but I suspect it would just get swallowed up by the clothes she’s going to wear.”

At that moment, Maura made her reappearance in a tight black leather miniskirt and a fuzzy white top that was cut dangerously low and molded her torso like a second skin. Four inch black pumps completed this simple ensemble.

Both men stopped, transfixed by this angel of lust who appeared before them. Seeing that they were practically apoplectic, she did the talking. “I don’t see how I can really sit down in this skirt. I mean, it would truly put my pussy on display -- and it’s much too early for that, isn’t it? I mean, what would people think? They’d probably think ‘What a slut she is, sitting there with her naked pussy hanging out ... just begging for attention.’ And we wouldn’t want people thinking like that, would we? How about we try this instead?”

Maura walked over behind the gold bench and bent forward, resting her elbows on the padded surface. Her lovers’ eyes, as well as their viewfinders, peered down her cleavage as her full breasts hung down, tenting her top and pulling it away from her torso. “Do you think that this is a shot worth having?” she cooed. She knew absolutely well that this positional shot would be treasured by both men forever even if the cameras failed to record the image.

They each snapped two photos before Maura grasped her left breast in her left palm and lifted it toward their cameras. In so doing, she pulled the material away from her breast, exposing the aureola just a little bit. Maura was certain that this was a good shot as Alex’s face was heavily flushed. As their cameras clicked and whirred, Maura used her thumb to strum her nipple, revealing it to the cameras for the first time. As she did so, Maura licked her lips creating a wanton image indeed.

“My God, Maura. You really know how to make love to the camera,” exclaimed Alex.

“I thought you’d like that pose,” she replied. “But tell me ... do you think this one is better?” Maura straightened up and, facing forward, placed her right foot on the bench exposing her shimmering cunt. She placed her left elbow on her right knee and turned her face profile so that only her body would be captured on film.

To say that she was turned on by posing was an understatement; and they watched her pussy lips open and close around an imaginary cock. Rob’s camera whirred with automatic rewind as if he was trying to capture a series of action shots from his sensuous wife’s display. Alex just groaned, imagining his own cock buried in the molten vortex winking before him.

“I don’t know, Guys. You’re getting awfully overheated. I think when I come down in my next outfit, you need to be naked. Okay?”

“Whatever you say, Maura. You’re calling the shots,” replied Rob. As she left the room Rob said, “I can only imagine what she’ll be wearing next -- if anything at all. She said she wants US naked. Wonder what she has in mind?”

Maura returned shortly. She was the only person in the room wearing any clothes. She had a long fur coat drawn up tight to her neck. Tall red heels were her only accessory visible. “I’m going to have another drink,” she announced. “Can I get anything for you two fine gentlemen?” she inquired.

Both declined as they had not even touched their second drinks yet. Maura poured herself a shot of vodka and swirled it around in her glass. She tossed it back in one gulp; and her lovers both knew that she was on fire.

Walking back onto the blue tarp, Maura grasped Rob’s semi-erect penis and dragged him behind the bench. She laid back on the bench spreading her legs, allowing her coat to fall away from either side of her body revealing a filmy green negligee with matching panties. Her panties were already damp with the dew of her womanhood. She pulled Rob’s cock to her lips and snaked out her tongue to lick the crown. She said to Alex, “No one can see my face -- but they can see Rob’s cock getting swallowed whole. Be sure and get some good pictures for Rob ... and for me. Okay, Lover?”

“That will be my pleasure, Sweetheart,” replied Alex. He began snapping away with abandon as he watched Maura’s hands and mouth caress her husband’s member. Even with her face turned away from the camera, there was no mistaking what she was doing to him. With Rob’s hand on the back of her head, Alex captured indisputable evidence of Maura deep-throating her husband. Alex continued to take pictures as Rob’s movements became more and more wild until, finally, he shot a stream of cum straight down Maura’s throat. She preserved a bit of his fluid; and covering her eyes for privacy, she opened her lips and let a bit of his semen dribble down from the corner of her mouth.

“Did you get some good shots, Honey?” she asked Alex.

“Yes,” he laughed, “and it looks like you got a pretty good shot yourself.”

“Well, yes,” she said, “but I think that I’m still in the mood to model some more. Do you have tripods for your cameras?”

“Of course,” replied Rob. “But if you want that, maybe I ought to get our new camcorder.”

“Oh, great,” exclaimed Alex in mock disgust. “Here we are shooting off 22 caliber pistols and you’ve got an AK-47 in the closet!”

Rob swiftly produced the new toy and mounted it on the tripod. He fixed the depth of field so that it would capture Maura’s sprawling form on the bench from head to toe. A quick check, and he announced that the film was rolling.

“I’m still in charge, Guys,” teased Maura. “Come over here again, Rob, while Alex stays back and shoots some more wonderful photos. I want to show him just how I can get you rock hard again in under a minute.”

Rob resumed his place behind the bench, and Maura propped herself up on a cushion. She stroked and sucked his stalk until it was beet red-- and as hard as flint. Proclaiming him ready, she instructed him to fuck her. He happily obliged, sinking to his complete depth in her wet cavern in a single stroke. She sighed; and as he established a rhythm, she looked directly at Alex and motioned him to approach. Alex did so, camera in hand; and when he reached the bench, Maura grabbed his swollen cock and proceeded to suck him.

Alex continued to take pictures as she swallowed his cock whole. How he hoped that the camera wasn’t shaking too badly! She looked up at him with those big green eyes, just daring him to jump off the cliff with her into the abyss. He groaned again and he took that dare ... as he always would.

As overwrought as Alex was, he could not hold back for long. He felt the muscles in her throat caress the flanged head of his penis ... and he was gone. Stream after stream of his fluid jetted into his lover, and she swallowed all of it.

Rob pulled himself from her body as he ejaculated for the second time that night, his cum puddling around her navel. He thought briefly about taking a photo of his handiwork; but he had neither the energy nor the overwhelming desire to do so at that moment.

Both of her lovers were spent, and Maura had not yet cum. Alex set his camera down and stationed himself between her legs -- his favorite spot in all the earth -- and set about bringing her to the same ecstasy that she had brought to them. Licking, swooping and swirling, his tongue alternately teased and stroked her clit and dove deeply into her treasure trove. Maura responded by canting her hips up to met his tongue, ultimately uttering little cries of happiness and lifting her butt completely off the bench.

By now Rob had recovered both his senses and his camera and was again capturing Maura in her finest glory. He was able to capture her face as it was contorted in paroxysms of pleasure; and he captured her nipples at full extension.

Finally, Rob caught that most elusive of moments -- when a woman scales the height of orgasmic bliss at its very apex before crashing back to earth. Buttocks clenched and thrust forward, nostrils flared, mouth open to suck in oxygen, fingertips clawing her lover’s head pulling him ever deeper -- these images Rob captured forever.

And when she was done, her lovers both held her in their arms and caressed her. No one could ever compare with their favorite model!