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He reached into the small bag they had brought out, and pulled out his phone. She heard a small click, imitating a camera shutter. A second later, she felt his hands just above her belly, and realized he was untying her top. He moved the bathing suit aside, and she decided that she had to "wake up" and yell at him. This was going way to far.

There was another click, and she heard him mutter, "God, I'm never going to need porn again."

Jessie had never been jealous about Nick's masturbation. She'd never felt like it was cheating on her, or anything like that. Even so, something about the idea of replacing them, of him masturbating to pictures of her instead... It felt good, to say the least.

There were more clicks, one by one, from all around her. One that must have been between her legs, one right by her belly, probably pointing up at her boobs, one above her head, and so on. With every one, she tried to imagine the picture, and her husband jacking off while looking at it. Sometimes he would put his hand on one boob before taking a picture, or press them together. Once, she even felt him place his cock between her breasts, and expected him to start fucking them, but instead he moved away, and gently rolled her over to take pictures of her butt.

At last, the clicks stopped, and she heard him put the phone away, and then nothing. After a little longer, she risked opening her eyes.