Hannah's photo shoot

It may seem like Hannah has no respect for me whatsoever. But what do I really think? I think she knew that I was being turned on by her behaviors. She knows that I know. And she respects that I embrace my sexual fantasies and preferences just as she embraces being a lying cheating exhibitionist slut. I think that we've got a mutual understanding, but we both feared that putting it out into the open would ruin the fantasies for both of us. Back then, though, I only knew what I liked and what I wanted, and it was unfolding before my eyes.

Hannah allowed the man to photograph her with her top half-way down, an intimate view of her spilling bust. Hannah's blouse slid down her smooth curves along with her skirt, and Hannah stood before the man in the skimpy panties she was wearing under them; she hadn't been wearing a bra. My wife held her nipples over her hands as the stranger snapped a photograph of her with the graffiti under the bridge in the background. Hannah pointed her ass at me, with her hands on her knees, giving the photographer a full view of her big natural tits.

The stranger directed her, "Take your panties off facing away from me." I quickly hid myself fully behind the wall, but I still heard the snap of the camera. Then he told Hannah to "get on all fours now, yes, just like that. Spread your legs a little." Snap.

I heard some noises that I couldn't quite identify at first, but I soon heard my wife moan, "Yeah, lick it." My slut wife was getting her pussy eaten from behind by a strange man, and my hard-on was screaming.

"Now," finally the man directed her, "Put your hand on your ass, and put your ring finger in your ass. Yeah, show me that bling baby, just like that." The sound of the snapping camera overlapped with the sound of Hannah's sincere lustful groan.

"Alright," the photographer told Hannah, "That's enough collateral. Now how about a little something something for good faith?" The will power it's taking me to keep from quickly rubbing a nut out into the bushes is torturous. But I feel compelled to savor this moment, to savor this lie.