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   The Photographer

   "Man, your wife is beautiful," my photographer friend Sam whispered to
me, as she walked away from us and back into the kitchen.  "I would love to
have a session with her."

   "I bet you would," I replied, still concentrating on my hand.  I had two
queens and he just raised the bid.  I called.  Frank and Jim followed me,
both calling as well.  I put down my three other cards and Sam dealt me
another queen and two crap cards.  Frank and Jim both drew two cards.  Sam
dealt himself three cards.

   The bidding went on.  I felt pretty good with my hand, so I stayed in.
Sam finally raised everything he had.  I called, leaving me with only
fifteen pennies left.  Frank and Jim both folded.  Sam and I put our cards
down.  I was pissed when I saw three aces fall out of his hand.  "Crap," I
said.  Sam laughed, scooping all the pennies.

   Sam was clearly winning tonight.  The pile of pennies now far exceeded
the other three of ours combined.  My wife walked up next to me and put her
arm on my shoulder.  "Not doing very well, are you?" she teased.

   "None of us seem to be," Frank said,

   "Except ole' Sam," Jim added.

   Sam just smiled at her, looking at her tits.

   I looked up at her.  I could see why Sam was fixated on her chest.  She
was wearing a small cropped t-shirt that barely covered her wonderful large
heavy breasts.  Mixed into the splash of color that was the front of the
t-shirt, her nipples pushed out against the fabric.  As she walked around,
the thin bra she was wearing was visible under the bottom of the shirt.  I
smiled at her and ran my fingers across her tight flat stomach.

   She smiled and pushed my hand down, acting shy.  "Stop that," she said,
turning away and walking over towards Sam.  She put a beer down on the
table for him.

   "Ante up," Frank said, dealing the cards.  I put in my ten cents, adding
it to the others.

   Carole stood next to Sam watching.  Again, I was dealt two queens.  The
first round of bets left me penniless.  I put down three cards and picked
up two tens and a four.

   "Fifteen," Sam said, looking at me.

   "To rich for me," Jim said, folding.

   Frank threw his cards down as well.  "Just not my day," he said.

   "I guess I am out," I said.  "No more pennies."

   "Well," Sam said, looking at the tits next to his head, "don't be too
hasty."

   I followed his gaze.  I waved Carole over to me.  I brought her head
down to mine.  "I'm gonna win this one," I whispered to her.  "Trust me."

   She smiled at me and nodded.  "Okay," I said.  "I am sure that her shirt
is worth at least thirty cents."

   The other guys all smiled at me.  "I'm sure it is," Sam said.  "I'll
take that bet and raise you another ten."

   I had made a mistake by raising.  If I had just called, it would be
over, but I hadn't.  `What a dumb-shit,' I thought to myself.  He had me.
Sam was staring into my eyes, challenging me.  "Okay," I nodded at my wife,
"I will call you with her bra." He smiled.

   Frank and Jim, sat quiet, looking back and forth at Sam and I, and then
at Carole.

   "Deal," Sam put down his cards.  Three kings.

   Carole looked at the cards, frozen in place.  She looked at me, "He wins
doesn't he?"

   I swallowed hard, "Yes, he does." I put down my cards.

   Sam smiled and called her over.  "Stand right here," he said, pointing
at the floor right in front of him.  She took a big breath and then walked
over.  She stood in front of him.  "Well?" he said.  "Go ahead.  Put them
right here," he patted the table.

   Carole slowly took hold of the bottom of her shirt and then pulled it
straight up and off her head.  The men all gasp.  Her bra was transparent.
Her huge round areola looked amazing.  She stood there for a minute,
letting us take in the sight.  After putting her shirt on the table, she
reached around behind her and unfastened her bra.  She pulled it forward.
Her tits fell out of the bra.  She pulled her bra down her arms and off. 
She stood there, topless, not moving for several seconds before anyone said
anything.

   "Wow," Sam said finally.  "You are beautiful."

   The awkward silence returned.  "Uh, can I have another beer?" I said,
breaking the silence.  Sam put his hand on top of her shirt and bra,
keeping her from picking them back up, but Carole didn't even try. 
Instead, she turned and went to get me a beer.

   `This is great fun,' I thought.  `These guys don't know what my wife
is.' I knew she was a slut, but they sure didn't.

   "Can I try to win her shirt back?" I asked, when she left.

   "How?" Sam laughed.  "What could you possibly bet that would make it
worth it to me?" He picked up her bra and smelled one of the cups.

   "How about," I started slow, "I get her shirt and bra if I win and you
get her for the night if I lose?"

   "What?" Frank said, shocked.

   Sam grinned.  "Deal," he said quickly.  He picked up the cards and dealt
us both five cards.  I drew a pair of twos.  I threw down three cards and
drew nothing.

   Carole came back in the room and gave me my beer.  She stood next to me,
with the guys gawking at her.  Acting aggravated, I threw my cards down. 
Sam stood, smiling from ear to ear.  He dropped a pair of fours on the
table.  "I win," he exclaimed excitedly.

   "Fuck," I said, standing up.

   "Come here," Sam told Carole.  She looked at me suspiciously and then
walked over to him.  He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close
to him.  "For the night?"

   "I guess," I said, acting pissed.

   "Awesome," Sam said.  He brought his left hand up and cupped her left
breast.  He lifted it up, feeling the heft.  "Come on let's go," he said.
"I got a date with these." He leaned down and kissed her nipple.

   "Huh?" my wife said, looking at me.

   I waved her away.  "He won the bet," I said.  "I'll see you tomorrow."

   She knew what I meant, but she pretended not to.  She tried to talk Sam
out of it, as he led her to the front door.  He didn't slow down at all. 
He pulled her, still topless, out to his car.  She got in and he drove off.

   Frank, Jim, and I sat in the living room, silent, for several minutes.
"Are you okay?" Jim asked, with true concern in his voice.

   "I can't believe you did that?" Frank said.

   I didn't reply to either of them.  Instead, I asked, "Another beer?"
Both accepted, amazed that I was so calm about leaning my wife out for the
night..  For the next several hours, we drank, talked and laughed.  By one
in the morning, they were both gone.  I went to bed, falling asleep within
minutes.

   I woke up and went to work.  When I got home that evening, Carole was
home.  She greeted me at the door.  "Have fun?" I asked.

   "Oh, yeah," she said.

   "I thought you would," I told her.  "I saw him in the locker room at the
club.  He has a pretty beefy dick," I smiled.

   "Yes, he does."

   "Well, why don't you get naked and tell me all about it?" I suggested.

   "Well he was very excited about my boobs," she said, stripping.

   "I can understand why," I said, watching her undress.  "You are so
beautiful."

   "I love you," she said, kissing my forehead.

   "I love you, too," I said, pulling her down on the couch with me, "So,
why don't you tell me about last night."

   *****

   When they got in the car, Sam drove her straight to his house.  He
pulled into the garage and led her into the house and immediately into a
photography studio made up to look like a bedroom.  "Take all your clothes
off," he told her.  "I'll be right back."

   Doing what she was told, she dropped her shorts and panties.  She laid
them neatly on the dresser and then just stood there, waiting for his
return.

   He came back in, carrying an ice bucket.  When he saw her, he stopped
suddenly in his tracks.  "Oh, my God," he said, looking at my wife's naked
body.  "Fuck me.  You are amazing." After a couple minutes of staring, he
put the bucket on the table next to some lighting equipment.

   He moved around the room, turning on lights, and then he pulled several
cameras out of their protective cases.  Then, staring at my naked wife who
was still standing next to the bed, he started to strip.  When he too was
naked, he walked over to the bed.  Carole watched the man's dick swing as
he walked.  `He is well hung,' she thought, happily.  He had one of the
largest set of balls she had ever seen.

   "Sit right here," he said, patting on the end of the bed. 
"Cross-legged."

   She did.  Next, he brought over a small kit and began brushing her hair,
making sure it was perfect.  Then he applied just the slightest shadow with
some makeup.  He stepped back and looked at her.  "You are so sexy and
beautiful," he said.  "These pictures are going to be great."

   He picked up one of the cameras, and took a piece of ice from the
bucket. Carefully, he put the ice just above her nipple and let it sit for
a second.  Carole flinched slightly from the cold.  As soon as the ice
started melting, Sam started moving it in circles around her nipple.  After
several seconds, Carole's nipple was as hard as a rock, jutting out almost
a full inch.  He left the ice above her nipple for a second, allowing the
melted ice to dribble down onto it before pulling it away quickly and
taking several close-ups of the water dripping off the end of her nipple.

   Next he `iced' her other nipple, getting it to match the other, and then
he took several more close-ups of her tits.  He stepped back.  "Don't
move," he told her, reloading his camera.  When he was done, he stepped
back up.  He rechecked her hair and makeup before running his hands down
the side of her body.  "Beautiful," he said,

   Then he reached down between her legs and ran his finger between her
pussy lips.  He left it there for a moment, separating them.  Then he
pulled in hand back.  He looked for a second and thought.  Not satisfied,
he then reached down with both hands and took her lips and pulled them out
and apart.  He stretched her out, opening her up, and held it like that for
several seconds.  Letting go, he looked again.  "Perfect," he said with a
smile.

   He stood back and admired her.  "Make sure you don't hide that wedding
ring," he told her.  "I want to see it as much as possible." He then picked
up his camera and started shooting.  Several film changes later, he put the
camera down, and picked up a different one.  "Okay," he said, "lay on your
back...that's right...spread your legs ...  more ...  more...  okay, now
look down at me." He took a series of photos and then moved her onto her
hands and knees.  For the next couple hours, he photographed her in every
conceivable sexual position, including sucking her own nipples and shoving
dildos in all of her orifices.

   "That's it," he said, unloading the camera for the last time.  He put it
down on the table and walked over to the bed.  He took Carole by the hand
and pulled her to her feet.  Pulling her close, he slowly ran his hands
down her back, enjoying her smooth soft flesh.  His hands stopped in the
small of her back.  He pulled her closer, smashing her tits into his
stomach.  He looked down at her and then kissed her deeply.  His tongue
drove deep into her mouth.

   "Come with me," he said, breaking the embrace.  He took her by the hand
and led her into a bedroom.  He kept her close, backing up to the side of
the bed.  Again, he pulled her close.  Taking both her arms by the wrist,
he forced them behind her.  With one hand, he grabbed both wrists and held
them securely.  "Leave them there," he told her.  He let go and sat down on
the bed.  Her tits hovered directly in front of his face.

   Grabbing her right tit with both hands, he squeezed it hard, sucking the
nipple into his mouth at the same time.  He sucked hard for a second and
then released it, flicking his tongue back and forth across it when it
popped out of his mouth.  Then he repeated the action on her left tit. 
Alternating back and forth, he sucked both nipples for almost a half hour,
only stopping when they were bright red and distended.

   "Get on your knees," he told her, pulling her downward by the tits. 
With her hands still behind her back, she moved to her knees.  He took hold
of his turgid shaft and pulled it back away from her.  "Suck my balls," he
ordered.

   They were the biggest balls she had ever seen.  She sucked one of his
massive nuts into her mouth and tried to roll it around with her tongue. 
She released it and sucked the other into her mouth.  Then she let if fall
out of her mouth and started licking the huge nut sack.  Stroking his cock,
he watched her suck his balls.

   He pushed his cock down, pointing it at her face.  She sucked it into
her warm, wet, skillful mouth.  "Oh, God, yeah," he moaned, as he watched
his entire cock disappear into her mouth and down her throat.  He let her
suck him for a minute before pulling it back out.  "I want to tit-fuck
you," he gasped.

   "Can I move my hands?" she asked.  He nodded.  Her hands moved quickly.
She took hold of her large tits and pulled them around his cock.  She
looked down at the cock and dropped a large wad of spit between her tits.
She rubbed her tits around the cock a little, getting it wet, then she
started moving her soft mounds up and down the shaft.

   "Oh, fuck," he moaned watching his now fully engulfed cock move up and
down between her wonderful tit flesh.  He leaned back, letting her take
control.  The head of his cock popped out with every downward stroke, but
then disappeared again when she brought them back up.

   He could feel his orgasm building, but didn't say anything.  Carole
jumped slightly with surprise, with the first blast of cum shot up and
splashed under her chin.  She moved back, letting the cock fall from
between her tits, but she grabbed it quickly and continued stroking it.  A
massive gush of cum shoot straight up in the air, a rope of white sticky
liquid hung in the air for a second and then fell back down.  Some of it
landed on top of her head.  The rest landed across her face.

   Reaching down, he took hold of his cock, pointed it at her face, and
pumped it hard.  Another huge load shot out of his dick and laced across
her cheek.  The next shot went directly into her mouth.  Carole watched as
the man continued to spurt.  Blast after blast shot across her face.  The
amount of cum the man was spurting was amazing.

   Finally, Sam stopped.  Gasping he looked at Carole's cum covered face.
"Don't move," he said, getting up quickly and returning a second later with
a camera.  He took several pictures of my cum drenched wife before sending
her to shower.

   When Carole returned, he invited her into bed with him.  "That was
great," he told her.  "You have amazing tits." He put his hand on her left
tit and squeezed it lightly.

   She smiled at him.  "Thank you." She reached down and cupped his balls.
For the next forty-five minutes, them remained silent, his sucking her
nipples and her fondling his cock and balls.  She swore she could feel his
ball sack inflate, filling with cum.

   When he was hard again, he rolled over on top of her.  He pushed her
legs apart with his and pushed his cock into her.  She gasped when he
thrust inside.  "Fuck, your pussy is tight," he moaned.  He pushed himself
up with his hands and stared into her eyes as he fucked her hard.  Soon he
was slamming into her hard and fast.

   "Oh, God," he groaned.  "I'm cumming..."

   Her eyes shot wide open as she felt his cock explode inside her and the
huge flood of cum fill her pussy.  Sam continued to pound into her,
shooting huge amounts of cum with almost each thrust.  Sam didn't stop as
cum began to spurt out around his cock with each plunge into her.

   He collapsed on top of her.  Panting, he rolled off and looked over at
her.  Cum poured out of her pussy.  She sat up and looked down at the
puddle between her legs and under her ass.

   "You better go clean up," he said, laughing.

   He cleaned the bed and changed the sheets while she was gone.  When she
got back in bed, he started licking her nipples again, but both of them
were very tired and soon fell asleep.

   Two hours later, however, Carole was jarred awake when Sam pushed her
over onto her stomach.  She looked back at Sam.  He smiled at her.  "Come
on, baby," he said.  "Time to fuck."

   She sighed, but didn't complain, as he pulled her up onto her knees. 
From behind, he shoved his cock into her still moist pussy.  After only a
couple of deep thrusts, he stopped and leaned back slightly.  Then he
slapped her hard on the ass.  "Fuck me, girl," he said, slapping her again.

   Carole started pushing her ass back onto him.  He kept his hips still
while she pumped her ass back and forth.  Then suddenly, he pulled out of
her.  "Don't move," he told her, as he moved around her on the bed.  When
he got in front of her, he shoved his cock down her throat.  He grabbed her
hair and face-fucked her for several minutes before pulling back out and
moving back behind her, shoving his cock back deep inside her.  He repeated
this twice more...pussy, mouth, pussy, moth...until he moved back behind
her again and pushed her over onto her side.

   Her laying on her side, he lifted her leg up and put it onto his
shoulder.  He moved up and pushed back into her.

   "Are you watching my dick push inside you?" he asked, between thrusts.

   "Oh, yes..." she panted.  Reaching down, she started rubbing her clit
with her fingers.  When she did, Sam slowed his pace.  It wasn't long
before Carole brought herself to a screaming orgasm.

   She started moaning and her body started quivering.  Sam reached down
and pinched her right nipple.  He twisted it hard.  "Oh, God..." she
whimpered.  "Oh, God..." She came again.

   Sam pulled hard on her nipple as the woman squirm with wild passion, in
orgasmic bliss.  Her orgasm subsided and Sam pulled out of her.  He moved
onto his back and pulled her over on top of him.  She immediately reached
down and guided his cock into her pussy.

   "Oh, God," she moaned, as she slid down his shaft.

   "You like that, don't you?" he said, reaching up and squeezing her tits.

   "Oh, God...yes..."

   "Come on, you little slut, ride me...fuck me..."

   She didn't seem to respond at all to being called a slut, and Sam
noticed it.  She started moving up and down his hard cock.  Reaching down,
she began rubbing her fingers in little circles around her clit.

   "That's right, you little whore...rub that pussy...cum on me..." Sam
ruthlessly twisted both her nipples and then yanked them.  "You like the
dick, don't you?  You little fucking slut."

   Carole started to pant.  Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide.

   "Cum...cum..." Sam ordered.

   Carole's body shuddered in orgasmic pleasure.  Her pussy clamped down on
his cock.  "Oh, my God..." she cried.

   "That's right, you fucking whore," Sam yelled.  Just then, at her peak
of pleasure, he reared back and slapped her right tit, flat on the nipple.
SMACK.

   "Ahhhhhhhh," Carole cried out.  "Oh, my God...I'm cumming..."

   Sam slapped it again, harder...then again...then again.  Her tits
recoiled and bounced from each rough strike.  Carole's orgasm continued, as
he continued to spank her nipples.  She groaned and shook as the pleasure
surged through her body.

   Not going to wait any longer, Sam pushed her off him and onto her back.
He pushed her legs back up to her head, almost folding her in half, and
pushed his cock back inside her.  He reached down and scooped up her head,
letting her watch as his cock pounded into her defenseless pussy.

   "Fuck...." he exclaimed a second later.  He pulled his cock out of her
just as the first blast of cum shot from its tip.  The long strand of cum
laced up her stomach and over her tits.  He leaned back, pumping his cock
with his hand feverously.  Cum flew all over her, coating her stomach and
chest.  Finally, the spurting stopped.  He fell sideways onto the bed.

   Both of them, panting, just laid there looking at each other for some
time.  Carole said, finally, "God, do you always cum like that?"

   "Yeah, is that a problem?" He laughed.

   "No," she smiled.  "Just wondering."

   They both fell asleep, not waking until nine in the morning.  Carole
woke when Sam lightly ran his fingers down her body.  Her eyes opened and
looked into his.  They both smiled.  "Good morning," he said.

   "Good morning," she replied.  They kissed deeply.

   "Come on," Sam said, getting out of bed.  "Let's get some breakfast."

   They took a shower together, washing each other's bodies.  After drying
off, Sam got dressed.  Carole put on her panties and shorts, and then
asked, "What am I going to wear?" Still topless, she smiled at him.

   "Here," he said, handing her a t-shirt.  She slipped it over her head.
The t-shirt covered her, but didn't hide much.  It was tight on her,
clinging to her tits and not hiding the bumps in the fabric formed by her
nipples.  He looked at her admirably and said, "Nice...let's go."

   On the way to breakfast, he stopped the car at a small camera shop.  He
opened the door for her and followed her in.  Inside was an older man and a
real young man.  "Hey," Sam said.

   "Hey, Sam," the older man greeted.

   "I got several rolls of film.  Can I get you to process and make three
sets of three-by-fives of each picture?"

   "Sure," the old man said.  "When do you want them?"

   "Couple hours?"

   "Sure, give me three.  We'll get on them right now." The older man
called over the kid and handed him the small bag of film.

   "Thanks," Sam said, waving and leading her out of the shop.

   "Are those the pictures you took of me?" she asked when they got back in
the car.

   "Yeah," Sam said, starting the motor.  "I usually process all my
pictures myself, but I wanted to get them fast.  I can always go back and
crop them later.  They do a great job with the negatives."

   "I wasn't really worried about that," she said.  "I was just thinking
about them seeing me naked."

   "Oh," he said, laughing.  "Too bad." He gave her an evil smile.

   They had a leisurely breakfast at a small café, downtown, and talked for
over two hours.  Before getting back into the car, they took a walk, window
shopping and chatting.  When they returned to the camera shop, she followed
him inside.  The old man greeted them.  Carole saw that the kid looked her
up and down, smiling the entire time.

   "How did they turn out?" Sam asked.

   "Great," the old man said.  "You have a great eye."

   "Let's see them," Sam said.

   The old man put several stacks of glossy photographs on the counter. 
Sam started going through them, one at a time.  He looked pleased at the
results.  He separated one copy out of each photo into another pile and
then put the other two copies into small bags.

   When he was about half way through the photos, a young couple entered
the store and started looking around.  Sam made no attempt at hiding the
pictures he had spread out on the counter.

   "Can I help you?" the old man asked the couple when they came up to the
counter.

   "Just looking," the lady replied.  Then she gasped.  Looking down, she
saw all the naked photos of Carole.  Her husband, smiled widely.  He looked
at the pictures and then up at Carole.

   "Nice pictures," he said.  His wife elbowed him in the ribs.

   "Thanks," Sam replied.  "But it's hard to take bad pictures of such a
beautiful woman." He looked up at Carole.  "She has the perfect body for
photography," he smiled, reaching over in front of everyone and cupping her
right tit.  He squeezed it lightly and then went back to sorting photos.

   The woman looked shocked.  Her husband tried to whisper in his wife's
ear, but spoke too loudly, "See other husbands get to take naked pictures
of their wives." She elbowed him again.

   "Oh, she's not my wife," Sam said looking back up.  For the first time,
he noticed the wife.  She was a beautiful young blonde.  He looked her
right in the eye and said, "I just got to borrow her for a couple days."
The wife smiled back at him.  Her husband looked back down at the pictures.
Sam took the opportunity to hand the blonde his card.

   The husband and wife eventually left.  Sam finished sorting the
pictures. "Here," he said to the old man, "keep a copy for yourself." He
paid the man and picked up the bag of photos and they left.

   When they got back to his place, he led her inside.  He went through a
box of albums, selected one, and started putting a copy of each photo in
it. "Not the best, but good enough until I put together a professional
album." He handed Carole the album and said, "Here, give this to our
husband.  Tell him, I'll get him a better one later." He sat back on the
couch.  "So now what do you want to do?" he smiled.

   "I don't know," she said moving over closer to him.  "What do you have
in mind?" she put her hand on his thigh.

   "Well, to start off with, I only let you borrow that shirt," he held out
his hand.  "I would like it back now." Carole pulled the t-shirt off and
handed it back to him.  He kissed her and ran his hand across her chest. 
He pulled her down off the couch and onto the floor.  She moved over
between his knees.  He looked at her and smiled.

   She looked down at his zipper and then back up at him.  She pulled down
his zipper and unfastened his pants.  He lifted his ass and she pulled his
pants down around his ankles.  His stiff cock sprang out.  Carole licked
his huge balls for a minute before licking up the shaft of his cock.

   Soon she was deep throating him.  She sucked hard on his cock, quickly
bringing him to climax.  She had his balls cupped in her hands when she
felt them contract.  The cock in her mouth swelled.  She jammed it down her
throat and held still.

   Sam moaned as he unleashed his load.  Carole held as long as she could,
letting him cum straight down her throat, but eventually she had to
breathe. She backed off the still spurting cock and tried to take a breath.
A huge blast of cum shot into her throat and she swallowed, but it was
followed by another huge blast.  She gagged and coughed.  Choking, cum came
out of her mouth around the cock.  She coughed again and cum shot out her
nose.

   Sam stopped cumming and started laughing.  Carole was a mess.  She wiped
the cum from her face as he laughed.  She started laughing with him.

   "Most girls don't try that," Sam laughed.

   "Well, thanks for telling me," Carole said.

   "I thought you would have figured it out," he said.  "I'm sorry." He
handed reached over and grabbed a tissue from the coffee table.  "Here."
She took it and wiped her nose.

   *****

   After lunch, Sam brought Carole home.  Driving her topless through town
and leaving her at the curb, in sight of anyone that was looking.  I got
home a couple hours later.  After she told me the story, she gave me the
photo album.  It was outstanding, starting with her sitting cross-legged,
working its way through a bunch of positions, before ending with her using
dildos and covered with cum.

   Two weeks later, he brought me a more professional version that included
a couple of five-by-sevens.  At the same time, he handed me a small album
of photos of the blonde from the camera shop.  "Check the last photo," he
told me.  "Apparently she wasn't ready for a naked photographer." He
laughed.  The last photo was of the young woman covered with cum.  An
almost identical picture as the one he took of Carole.

   "She was a lot of fun," he told me, "but nowhere close to your wife."
Carole smiled at him.
   "That's why she is my wife," I said....