Portfolio

Three months passed after our return from the resort, I see - my Marinka was sad. After the Egyptian adventures, we seemed to have turned into newlyweds - we enjoyed each other to the fullest, running away only on working matters. Marina was always a super woman, and now she’s turned into a sex bomb. Even her gait has changed - with her ass, she began not only to jiggle as before, but to make some unimaginable movements to her while walking; Marina gave men such passing calls with such an inviting look that their wives nervously grabbed their husbands by the sleeves, trying to quickly lead them away. In the wardrobe, belt stockings and other naughty things that she had previously spoiled me less often took their place. Looking at herself in the mirror, Marina sighed that her current breasts are too small and of “unfashionable shape”, thus preparing me to realize the need to increase the bust to the fourth size; read somewhere on the Internet about the possibility of plasticity of the labia ... in short, the woman moved out of sex finally! And it pleased me unusually - in fact all her sexuality and beauty were given to me alone. Never after my arrival from Egypt did I regret the moment when I agreed to meet with Ali. Definitely - our marriage only won from this!

By the way, sometimes, especially in those moments when my member began to “slow down,” I asked Marina to tell some new details of her meetings with Ali and his friend. My wise and understanding wife, feeling that these her stories turn me on, did not rush to lay out all the details at once and gave me spicy moments metered out - just as much as it was necessary for a particular situation, so that my end would find so desired for her hardness So I found out that only Muhammad had fucked her in her pussy. When the men changed places, Muhammad did not deny himself the pleasure of shoving her wherever possible, and Ali had her only in the ass and mouth. Ali was more gentle with her, licked all her holes for a long time, but Muhammad was doing his job hard and with pressure. She also told me everything about their members in detail - Ali was long and thick, interlaced with veins, with a pointed pink head, and Muhammad was wielding no less long, but smooth and bent upwards.

The head of his dick was completely black and, besides the fact that she was already very large (“like a mushroom cap”), the balls were also inserted under the skin. Both loved to cum in her mouth, and tried to make it so that she swallowed everything. Marinka told me that she liked the taste of their sperm, after a few sucks, it began to get her very much and she now demanded that I should not waste a single drop of sperm in vain. After such stories, I naturally could not help but try to give everything that my body was capable of!

And now, when several months have passed, I began to notice that the severity of sexual sensations began to dull. I decided to share my thoughts with my wife and Marina, sighing, admitted that something like that had also occurred to her. No, we have not lost interest in each other - this is unlikely to ever happen, we just both clearly remembered what happened to us just recently. I wanted a new adventure - such that once again feel the sharpness and novelty that we have already experienced in Egypt. It seems that we are firmly hooked on the game that we ourselves have invented. But what can we think of? Mentally sorting through the possible options, I realized that after an adventure with Ali and Muhammad trivially threesome or going to the swing club of the desired result, we will not get it.

Unexpectedly, I received an invitation to participate in an interesting event, which promised, among other things, a good fee.It was foolish to refuse, especially the coming silicone “upgrade” also required quite serious financial expenses.

The main problem turned out to be that I could not imagine how I would spend this month without my Marina. No, I was not jealous, I didn’t think of possible situations of her cheating - I just stupidly didn’t know what to do without her body, lips ... without her pussy, in the end!

- Well, you will remember me and masturbate, - Marinka scoffed.

- Yes, my poor hands! - I agreed with her doom.

- I'll give you a hand cream and a photo of yours, so that the matter goes on! - the wife continued to mock.

- A photo with a passport or something?

- Why with a passport? We will make a normal portfolio so that my charms will not be forgotten and would not be drawn to other women on a business trip.

By the way, a good idea, I thought. Once, it had never occurred to me to capture Marinkina’s “charms” in the photo. Where is the normal photographer to find? You will not go to the salon, where the pictures on the passport did. Marina said that she saw a lot of beautiful and sexy photos on the Internet, that is, there are photographers who can, just need to find.

Having passed through the ads with the offer of such services, we chose a studio that offered decent work (examples were posted on their website) and successfully turned out to be close to our house. We decided that Marina would do everything at her own discretion, so that the pictures would be a surprise for me. She will give me a flash drive with me and I can see the photos when I'm already on a business trip. The intrigue interested me - I hoped that Marinka would do everything right and the photos would be sexy.

The next week I was engaged in preparing for departure, but Marina, having filled up the mystery, she was absent for several evenings - she went to the studio for shooting. To my attempts to pester with questions I answered that everything is going very well, that I will see everything later and will be pleased with the result.

Upon arrival, I plunged into the atmosphere of work - the first day was full of worries and hectic ... and now I finally got to my hotel room. After taking a shower and having a little rest, I poured myself a little in advance of cognac, conveniently located on the bed and inserted a USB flash drive into the laptop. In the balls ran goosebumps of anticipation of pleasure.

Having opened the first subfolder, I understood the intention of the photographer and Marina from the first frames. The pictures were taken in a strip show style: at first, Marina was fully dressed, and then gradually released from clothes. The studio was decorated in the form of a rustic hotel room - nothing superfluous: a low chair, a narrow bed, a table with glasses and a bottle of wine started next to it. The impression was that the room had, besides Marina, someone else. Well, of course - she came to his room for a date, a man allegedly watching her behind the scenes. Here she casually sheds a light coat, under it turns out to be a very low-cut shiny dress. In the next frame, Marina sits in an armchair with a glass in her hand, with one leg high on the other. In the section of the dress, the edge of the stocking and the garter are visible; under the stocking on the ankle, a gold chain with a small pendant glitters.

Marina looks at an imaginary man, her eyes radiate such familiar sexual energy to me. She came on a date, she came to secretly give her husband a surrender to this invisible lover in this room. Decollete almost completely opens her breasts, in the hollow between them lies a string of large pearls. In the next photo, she bends down, as if straightening something on a shoe, the neckline of the dress reveals her bust even more and you can see that there is actually a black bra under the dress, but it is designed so that it only supports the breasts from the bottom, leaving them completely naked and affordable. Light pink nipples are already tense and teasing imaginary lover.

A few more pictures turned out to be variations of different postures in the chair, with a different arrangement of legs, and in the last section of the dress one can see the triangle of the pubis.Yes, the wife in his repertoire, cowards, as always, proved to be superfluous!

My hand was already doing nothing with the member who had risen with a stake, I was struggling with the temptation to quickly change the frames on the screen.

In the next pictures, Marina has already moved to the bed, the dress has been unbuttoned, she has been consistently freed from it, while taking seductive poses. Finally, the dress is dropped on the floor, my wife in one bra, lace belt, black fishnet stockings and shoes, with her legs spread apart and supposedly straightening her high hair, sits in front of an imaginary lover. Pearl beads hang down to the very pussy, as if specially covering tattooed pubis. I caught myself thinking that an unknown photographer was admiring this whole beauty. Realizing this, I almost finished ... No, it is still early! I had to get out of bed, walk a couple of times around the room. Winning the urge to ejaculation and at the same time pouring myself another brandy, I continued to browse.

Meanwhile, my wife was freed from her bra, which, incidentally, did not hide anything, and, sitting on the bed, began to take different poses, one sexier than the other: she was lying on her back, portraying embarrassment, trying to cover her charms with her hands, then standing with cancer , having strongly bent, having spread her legs and having set her ass in the direction of the photographer, she showed off her shiny from the discharge and half-opened pussy (after all, the bitch flowed all the same in front of the photographer). At the last in this series, a close-up of her crotch was given and it seemed to me that her lips were somehow too wide open and glittering suspiciously. Here and on the edge of the stocking some wet spot. Isn’t the photographer already there? From the thoughts that swept over me, my eggs could not stand it, and I was discharged with a long thick stream directly to the laptop screen ...

I will not talk in detail about the contents of the other series, in general, they were just as sexy (well done Marina) - but they all ended up with about the same pictures: rather close-up plans (I don’t know! Marinkina pussy).

Naturally, we called up every day with my wife, I could not help but share my suspicions with her. In response, she laughed and assured that the photographer was “such a harmless and shy boy” that maybe she would like him to fuck her, but most likely he is “not at all about women”. In short, since the days of the business trip flew by - in the afternoon work, in the evening gazing at Marinkina's wet pussy on a splinter screen and a harsh dwelling.

And I decided to go to the photo studio somehow, look at the photographer ...

(To be continued)