10


The Conversation


“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said as I waited in Eddie’s waiting room. Eddie was by the coffee machine, making us both a drink while Liu dressed and styled my wife somewhere beyond a large black curtain that separated the far side of the room.

Jacqui had made that call that day and Eddie had booked us for today when a spot came available. We’d discussed it thoroughly, wondering if we should take our time to think about it first, but Jacqui said she didn’t need any time to think about it. She wanted to do this and her mind was made up - as long as I was okay with it. I wasn’t completely sure that I was okay with it, but I knew that she wanted this and that was enough for me.

“Well, you’re here doing it,” the photographer said, handing me a steaming mug of hot coffee. “Remember, it’s never too late to change your mind. If you have second thoughts, it’s important you tell me, okay? You wouldn’t be the first couple - maybe not even the hundredth - to get the wobbles at the last minute. It’s not a problem. I’d hate to ever pressure someone into doing something they’re not comfortable with.”

I’m not sure everyone would be comfortable with you secretly videoing them, I thought to myself but I didn’t voice it out loud. Jacqui and I had talked about mentioning the video to Eddie but we didn’t know a way to do it without getting Liu in trouble. Similarly, there was no way to inform him that we knew about Emily’s second shoot or the content of it.

“You know that Jacqui’s sister came back for a second shoot?” Eddie said, as though reading my mind. “She brought her husband too. It’s not unusual, what you’re doing.”

“Really?” I acted surprised. “What did they do? Not a full sex shoot, like what we’re doing, surely? I can’t see Emily doing that.”

“I can’t say,” Eddie raised his hands innocently. “Confidentiality and all that, but perhaps you should find a way to ask them.”

“How do I look?” my wife’s voice came from behind me and I turned to look at her.

“Wow,” I breathed and the gesture was sincere. She looked stunning. Liu had straightened her blonde hair and put pink streaks into it, which along with the tan leather biker jacket she was wearing made her look kind of punk. However, along with a pair of black cowboy boots, that was the only outerwear she was wearing. She wasn’t wearing a shirt or anything on her bottom half, instead, she had on a lacy black push up bra and a tiny pair of black panties.

“Howdy,” my wife grinned, and completed her look by putting on a tan-coloured cowboy hat, which she tilted at a jaunty angle, making Eddie laugh.

“You look fantastic,” he complimented her. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“What’s with the cowboy look?” I had to ask.

“You’ll see,” the photographer flashed me a mysterious smile. “It’s just a bit of fun. Follow me.”

He led us through a door and down another corridor from the waiting room and into a large, square studio space. The walls were lined with lights and other equipment but one corner of the room had been decorated to look like a saloon from the Wild West.

“It’s our newest set,” he explained, crossing the room to show us properly. There was a bar lined with stools behind which were several shelves lined with bourbon and beers and the wooden floor was covered in scattered straw. “Someone commissioned us for a Wild West-themed photo shoot and paid for the set but I liked it so much I decided to keep it out.”

I looked around, noticing the other corners of the room held the Chesterfield sofa and four-poster bed that I’d seen in the other photographs.

“The drinks are real if you want one?” Liu asked, walking over to join us.

“Sure.” I’d already had a glass of the Champagne that came with the package we’d paid for but a shot of bourbon would help steady my nerves further. My oriental friend poured me a glass and one for Jacqui too, who, while appearing calm on the surface, I knew was a turmoil of nervousness inside.

For all her outwards confidence and extensive experience with men in the past, she’d admitted to me this morning that she was nervous. Excited too, but nervous. We’d had a last-minute conversation about if we really wanted to do this, in particular, I needed to know that this wasn’t some sort of knee-jerk reaction to her sister doing it but Jacqui reassured me that she did want it. She’d been with me and faithful to me for over five years before this all started and the prospect of reliving her wild days before me was too enticing to not try it. She’d been careful how to phrase it - being tactful around my feelings, for once - but then later, as we’d talked in the car on the way over here, she’d let her guard down and said she was ready for some ‘fresh meat’ and ‘new cock.’ Hearing her talk like that had immediately gotten me aroused to the point where I’d been uncomfortably tight in the groin area all the way here.

“Let me introduce you to the sheriff,” Eddie said as Jacqui and I downed our shots. I saw her grimace at the amber fluid burning her throat like it did mine before we both slammed our glasses down at the bar together. I heard a door open and close behind us and turned to see the muscular model, Rob, walking over to us.

He was wearing a check shirt and leather trousers and had a hat similar to Jacqui’s perched above his handsome, square-jawed face.

“Hello,” he said, extending a hand for me to shake, which I accepted before he leaned in to kiss my wife on the cheek. I saw her blush as she stammered her own ‘hello’ back to him.

“Can I just have a private word with my husband before we start?” she said, dragging her eyes from Rob’s impressive frame to Eddie for a moment. “I just need to talk to him for a second.”

“Of course,” Eddie replied, pointing across the room to the doorway we’d walked through. “Take as long as you need and make sure you’re both okay.”

I followed Jacqui back through the door into the corridor outside, the heels of her cowboy boots making a click-clack sound on the wooden floor. Her ass looked absolutely delicious in the tiny panties she was wearing and it was hard to pull my eyes away from her body to talk to her when we were finally alone.

“I’m worried,” she said, taking both of my hands in hers and holding them tightly. “I feel like you’re just going through with this for me and that you’re going to regret it afterwards. This entire thing just seems like it’s come out of nowhere. It’s all happened so fast and I’m still not sure that you’ve thought it through properly.”

“Back before we got married,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “You were tempted into giving Eddie a blowjob. That means something, it means that you’re not one hundred percent satisfied in our relationship. Sexually satisfied, that is. I’m in no doubt that you love me but sexually, I have to ask myself ‘am I really enough for you?’”

Jacqui didn’t reply. She tilted her head, considering what I’d said, letting me talk.

“When I saw you suck Eddie and how you got so into what you were doing, how much you seemed to enjoy it, it made me wonder if by being married to me, you’re holding back on that side of yourself. I wonder if I’m making you live within yourself and if that’s a good thing, if it’s a sustainable thing, moving forward.”

“Okay,” Jacqui said, lifting a hand to my face and stroking my cheek. “But what about you? What about how you feel? Karl, are you actually ready to watch me having sex with someone else? Letting me do it is one thing, but seeing it? That’s a whole different level. Sure, Paul did it, but we don’t know what Paul and Emily are into. They might be perfectly cut out for this kind of kinky stuff, voyeurism, whatever you want to call it. But are you? Are you? Can you really handle seeing me - your wife, that you love - get intimate with another man? I don’t want you to destroy yourself on the inside for my sake. That’s going to be no better for our marriage moving forward than me living within myself, as you put it.”

I pondered on what she’d said. To be honest, I hadn’t given a lot of thought to how being here with her would make me feel. I’d been zoned in on the fact that she wanted, maybe needed to do this and coming along to support her had felt like the right thing to do. But she was right. Could I actually watch her have sex with someone else? Or would it tear me apart?

“I need to be there for you,” I said slowly. “What if you change your mind halfway through or something?”

“Liu can look after me,” Jacqui shrugged. “You trust him, don’t you?”

“I do,” I admitted. I thought some more, remembering how seeing the video of her suck Eddie’s cock had made me feel. At first, it had felt like a stab to the guts and seeing how hungry she was - how dirty she was - had been a further twist of the knife. But it had also turned me on, seeing her behave like that and yet, watching a video of her give a blowjob was nothing compared to actually watching her have full penetrative sex in real life. Was this something I wanted?

“Do you want to watch me do this?” Jacqui said, patiently watching me think everything through. “Or do you feel like you have to? Because you don’t. I can tell you everything afterwards. You can look at the pictures. We can go through them together and have sex like we did while watching the blowjob video that night.”

She was right. I felt like I needed to, more than I actually wanted to. I was nervous - more than nervous, I was scared - of how I was going to feel but I’d shut that out, locked in on the fact that I had to let her do this. I wanted it for her more than I wanted it for me.

“Perhaps I could wait in here for a while,” I said, looking up, my gaze meeting her pale green, long-lashed, perfectly made-up eyes. “And then come in if I feel okay? If I don’t, then I can wait until you’re finished. Liu will look out for you.”

“If you’re sure?” she said, then when I nodded, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, her half-naked body pressing against me for a moment and making my cock twitch in my pants. She smelled good as she looked, her musky perfume lingering in the air long after she’d exited the corridor and gone back to the studio.

I hung around for a moment, not sure what to do with myself when Eddie poked his head through the door.

“Are you sure you’re okay about everything?” he checked with me one more time. Again, I nodded, insecure about my voice giving away my nervousness. “Why don’t you walk down to the Green Room where we were before? Help yourself to some coffee or drinks from the machine.”

That was a good idea. I could sit down and try to relax in there. When Eddie’s head disappeared back through the door, I paced down the corridor towards the waiting area but stopped as soon as I reached it. Who was I kidding? There was no way I was going to be able to relax. My wife was about to be fucked by a male model with a massive penis. As though I was going to be able to just sit down and chill.

I did make myself a coffee but as soon as the machine stopped hissing and my paper cup with full of frothy pale-brown drink, I walked back into the corridor and towards the studio door. I wasn’t going to enter. I still wasn’t sure that watching Jacqui do this was a good idea. But if I was at least close to her, I’d feel better.

Then I realised I could hear them.

“Okay, so if you want to lean back against the bar,” I heard Eddie say, followed by something else which was too muffled to discern.

I moved closer to the door, putting my ear close to the wood.

“Jesus,” I heard my wife’s voice for the first time. “Your dick is even bigger than I thought it would be.”

He’d got his cock out and my wife was looking at it. Perhaps even touching it. What were they doing? All I knew is that Jacqui had been told to lean against the bar.

“That’s it,” I heard Eddie say. “Slow down. I need to get a good picture of it in your mouth.”

She was sucking his cock. Her second new cock since we’d got married, after Eddie’s. This was too much. I had to see. Even if it hurt, I had to.

Gently, I pushed on the door opening it just a crack and peered through.

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