Driving up to a cozy two story house where they lived, I saw “Andy” come out to wave me into their driveway. We introduced each other, this time with real names, and he ushered me inside with the warning that his kids were sleeping. His wife, “Renee,” jumped up from a loveseat in the living room to introduce herself. None of this was required because just an hour prior, we were chatting on webcam. Not only did I see Andy’s smiling face, but I saw Renee’s nude body when she requested to see what I had to offer her since she tended to be quite picky about her desired playmates’ size, but didn’t want the exchange to be one-sided.
This was not at all uncommon. When talking online, you want to make sure there’s at least some degree of attraction, and since in many places in America there’s at least a half hour to an hour drive involved to actually meet, no one wants to be disappointed. Anecdotally, there was a tendency for these kind of last minute hookups to quickly veer into naked camming territory, while meets that were planned out longer either took their sweet time to get to dirty cam shows, or just skipped them entirely to keep a little mystery. But not only did Andy and Renee not care for surprises, they were one of the couples with very specific requirement for their partners, and for very good reason as I would soon find out for myself.
As Renee excused herself to check on the kids, Andy offered me a drink and a seat in front of his computer. My profile was front and center, with several flattering notes from a few people I met. He clicked off the browser and opened a folder named simply “pics” with a satisfied grin. Inside were thousands, quite literally thousands, of pictures of Renee with numerous men, naked or dressed in elaborate outfits, in various stages of undress and penetration. He proudly showed off his favorites, while asking if I’d be willing to be photographed, assuring me that he would not take pictures of my face and give me complete veto power over which pictures were kept.
“We don’t send these out, you know,” he assured. “It’s just for fun, for the memories. We’ll definitely respect your privacy and we’re not going to be posting this anywhere.”
“No, I understand,” I replied, “you just want to have some shots of her in action.
“Exactly!” he enthusiastically confirmed. “Just seeing her get fucked by our friends and how hot it is… I mean, it’s just something we’re really into.”
Renee returned from checking on their kids and saw us behind the computer.
“I was just telling him about out pic collection,” Andy said.
“What do you think?” she asked me.
“You definitely look like you’re having fun,” I nodded. Not really having gotten the thrill of it myself, the last thing I wanted was to come across as if I understood their fetish and suddenly turn into the typical desperate guy who thinks simply agreeing with everything said as if it’s the best and most exciting idea ever would get him laid in their eyes. So diplomatic and noncommittal it was.
“Honey, you should show him your ass again,” encouraged Andy.
“Like this?” she giggled, dropping her shorts and leaving her tank top on.
“You should come over and give it a squeeze,” he said winking at me.
Doing as I was instructed, I felt her lithe body cover itself in goosebumps. Moving us to one of the couches, Andy spread her legs and dove tongue first into her pussy with a long guttural hum. After a minute, he surfaced.
“Give her a taste, it’s just so fucking sweet.”
As he reached for his camera, I, again, did as instructed. She smelled of fresh soap and flicking the tip of my tongue across her vulva, I could definitely taste some sort of sweetness that was pretty much impossible to describe. Finding her clit, I focused on making her arch her back while she re-positioned herself to run her fingers through my hair. Though I ordinarily hate that, any attempt to protest would be muffled at best, so I continued gently sucking on her clit without protest.
Withdrawing, I saw Any dialing up his camera.
“You’re absolutely right Andy, she’s very sweet.”
“Would you want to start the pictures off?” he asked in reply, handing me the camera.
“Of course, of course,” I agreed, checking the position of all the buttons.
For a little while, I just retreated to take pictures of them doing their thing. Behind a camera, it’s rather easy to just lose yourself in trying to frame the right shot. Click. His face buried in her pussy. Click. Her trying to grasp at my belt while he was biting her inner thighs. Click. Her playing with my cock while he tapped her clit with the tip of his. It was all very surreal until Andy more or less tagged me in to take his place.
He snapped away as my face was buried between her thighs, my tongue wondering between her clit and reaching inside her pussy. She moaned and quivered with both of us as we kept taking turns for who knows how long. Periodically, he would move her into a position for a good shot, his cock would vanish inside her in an instant and for just half a minute he would slowly fuck her, giving me enough time to snap a new close-up.
“Can I ride his cock too?” Renee asked after one of these abbreviated penetrations.
He nodded and she stood up to remove her tank top and throw it across the room. Her legs shook a little and I positioned her so her outstretched hands were against a wall. I ran my fingertips down from the small of her back down to the inside of her knees, then back up to squeeze her ass, parting her legs with my elbows to get another lick at her clit. Crouching under her, I started kissing up her stomach and as we both stood upright, I made my way to gently sucking on her nipples, up her neck and then…
“We don’t really do kissing on the lips,” she suddenly interrupted.
It took a second to respond and as the camera snapped away in the background, I tried to figure out why. But again, knowing that I was just a guest, I nodded and proceed to make my way back down her body.
Andy positioned us for the shot he really wanted. Renee slowly descending onto me in reverse cowgirl, with me grabbing her breasts from behind. Even through a condom, I could feel the silky warmth inside her as she excruciatingly slowly took me in. Every muscle in her pussy seemed clenched and I felt her kissing my cheek over and over again.
“Fuck, you guys, this is awesome,” laughed Andy. “That looks so good. Keep going like that!”
She stepped onto the floor and tried to ride me but both of us quickly found it to be rather uncomfortable. The angles were all wrong, both for us and the camera, so we moved into a spooning position to give him a good vantage point for the close-ups. But the pictures were the last thing on my mind. I was too busy enjoying Renee’s scent, the feel of her breasts on my forearm, her warmth and wonderful, wonderful tightness. As we moved into missionary, we were fucking with little regard for the camera. She really wanted to cum. Photos were her last priority at the moment.
“Hey, can I ask if you can cum soon?” Andy interrupted as if he was inquiring about me not finding it too troublesome to move my car so someone else had more room to park in his driveway, or to hand him something from a spot he just couldn’t quite reach.
Being the polite guest, I grunted in reply and slowed down, grinding, fucking her with slow, long, steady strokes. Feeling her clench made me shudder and just a minute later, I could no longer hold back even if I wanted to. Silently, I exploded inside her, grateful in the back of my mind that by then, my delayed ejaculation had been finally, mercifully cured. Renee and I collapsed in an exhausted heap for only a few moments while Andy admired the photos we took.
After a brief cleanup Renee and I put on our clothes. During this entire time, Andy didn’t take off a single article of clothing, merely undoing his pants at the very most. With a glass of water in hand, I sat on a loveseat while she went to check on the kids again. The camera was handed to me. True to his word, Andy let me look at every photo he took and delete the ones which showed a little too much for comfort. His considerable experience showed. Only three pictures had to go. Somewhere, on a couple’s computer is a picture of your truly, naked, buried to the hilt in another man’s wife taken by said man for his and his partner’s mutual pleasure. You’d never know who it was though. My face is buried in her long, flowing hair and my body lacks any real identifying marks.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to this picture. The last time I talked to Renee, she was very happy to hear from me, told me how much she enjoyed having sex with me, and how glad she was I let them take some pictures. Perhaps she was just being polite, but that’s still flattering to hear. Even more flattering was her asking about the next time I could be available for another session, something that sadly, never happened. For what it’s worth, despite our business-like introduction that night, Renee and I parted with a hug.
She was not just fulfilling her desire to have sex with others but doing it to give her partner a show, to be a porn star in a live action scene he can direct, so her invitation to let her know when I’d be available again was really just letting me know that we were entertaining enough for her husband. In her telling, Andy liked to direct and maybe participate a little, which tended to be quite common for couples with their fetish. But some husbands were content to do nothing more than sit back and watch or limit their direction only to verbal cues. I was fine with either, really. I’m just happy when the couple is happy…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aez3zu/mfm_a_night_with_a_couple_really_really_into