A. Jacks: Two-way Lust

“No it has to be nude,” Susan said. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

He didn’t smirk, or joke or chuckle nervously. He simply said. “If that’s what you need, I’m willing to help out.”

Ten minutes later Susan had tossed some blankets on the floor, set up the lights and positioned the camera on the tripod.

“We’re supposed to be lovers. The genitals aren’t to be shown, but they want to see the man’s buttocks and the woman’s breasts. This is for an illustration for a story in one of their men’s magazines. The couple is supposed to be on a blanket in the woods. I’ve already got references on the background.” She turned. Her eyes widened.

Jace stood naked and in a very businesslike manner walked to the blankets and sat down. He turned his back to her, so that she could disrobe without his gaze and wouldn’t embarrass her.

Those shivery thrills returning while she tried to maintain a similar businesslike and casual manner, Susan stripped. Setting the automatic timer, she joined him on the blanket and stretched out, then helped him position himself in just the right pose.

The camera clicked.

They moved a bit, rearranging themselves, seeking new angles and shadow plays. The camera clicked again.

Beside her now, her arms stretched above her head, Jace gazed at her — his business partner, his fellow artist.

She shivered, feeling vulnerable and more than simply nude — she was naked. Her own eyes tried to avoid his gaze. They flitted away, only to rove over his chest, then downward. She looked back up, feeling weak and watery. Honey-thick juices flowed deep within the intimate recesses of her womanly body. Trembly sensations fluttered around within her stomach. She felt like some schoolgirl, nervous and very aware of the naked man beside her.

Jace’s dark eyes no longer studied her face. Slowly they moved to her chest. Standing firm and proud, her breasts jutted upward. His nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. She shivered again.

Tingles of pleasure radiated up from the core of her body and raced into the exposed mounds of her tits. She tried to think of icebergs and winter blizzards. Her own body betrayed her. Her nipples, buds of coral pink flesh, throbbed. They stiffened and thickened, standing atop her breasts like two ripe cherries.

For a year now, she had wondered what it would be like to be at this man’s side, to feel his gaze covetously move over her nakedness. Now she knew. She loved it.

But did he?

The camera clicked again. She jumped with a start. Jace smiled. Why was she so nervous? She had known other men before, taken lovers into her bed. Why was Jace different? Confused and befuddled by her business partner, she managed to smile back.

Jace moved closer, taking another pose. The bare flesh of his hip pressed to hers. She whimpered softly. Sexual electricity tingled through her. Still Jace made no move, though his eyes now moved over the supple sleekness of her quivering belly and probed the soft moss of blonde hair covering the knoll of her sex. She shivered again, wanting him to reach out and touch her, to have his hands explore the nakedness of her body.

Again his eyes rolled back to her. Her lips parted, the pink tip of her tongue flicking out to slicken her lips. Inwardly, she moaned. Her nipples felt swollen to at least twice their normal size. They ached. She arched her back a bit, trying to draw his attention to the needy pillows of satiny flesh.

When he stubbornly made no move — she did.

Reaching out, she took his left hand and placed it atop one of her warmly glowing breasts. She whimpered again, melting with the simple touch of his fingers. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed. His fingers closed around the pliant demi-globe of tits, squeezing gently. Higher her back arched, pressing the smoothness of her tit into his palm.

“Susan?” Jace whispered.

Her eyes opened to his questioning expression. “Yes, Jace. This is what I want. I want…”

Words mumbled and jumbled, sticking in her throat. The cloud of confusion this man created in her mind seemed to churn like a thunderhead. She hadn’t expected this. Did he realize that? Or did he think she had arranged this, planned to seduce him.

“I want you too,” he said softly, leaning forward, his lips brushing lightly against hers. “Ever since you moved in, I’ve wanted this to happen. You’re a very beautiful woman. Many a night I’ve taken a cold shower to stop myself from running up the stairs and breaking into your bedroom.”

Again his lips touched hers. This time they pressed close and firm. Her nipples brushed the thick black hair sprouted over his chest. His tongue flicked out, cajoling her lips to open and admit its seeking probes.

Slowly, his hands fondled and caressed her, exploring every inch of her body. Likewise, her fingertips moved over his nakedness, reveling in the masculine strength of his body, feeling the virile power that coursed in his veins.

Where other lovers had simply mounted and fucked her, this dark-haired artist touched her with gentleness and caring. Eventually, his mouth left hers and he kissed down her neck to the globes of her white breasts. His tongue and lips worked magic, creating all sorts of fiery needs within her.

But his mouth didn’t finish its work with her tits. Instead he kissed downward, over the tautness of her flat belly, then into the silky fur of her pussy.

Like a moist snake his tongue tickled up and down the pink lips of her quim. He teased and taunted her — and she loved it. Even more, she loved the delightful invasion of her body when he wiggled his oral digit up into the heated harbor of her cunt.

She writhed and undulated her hips, fucking herself on his laying tongue. She moaned and groaned, savoring every sensation his mouth created while hungrily eating at the lusty slash between her thighs.

Her own excitement from at last having the man she had ached for for over a year and the expert oral attention he lavished on her pussy, proved to be too much for her. She came, crying out in pure pleasure…

Susan trembled as she pulled the prints from the dryer. Despite her recent lovemaking, fresh feminine juices welled in the wanton gash between her legs. Her memories of that first time were vivid and real.

After her coming, Jace had tenderly mounted her, his cock filling her body as she had never been filled before. She came five more times that night before Jace finally erupted, flooding her cunt with his seed.

That night, she first slept in his bed, something she had done ever since. And the next day, they developed the roll of film. Luckily, Jace had maintained his business manner long enough for the camera to capture one pose that suited her artistic needs. The remaining thirty-five exposures she kept safely tucked away as a very graphic souvenir of that first night. She doubted that few other couples had ever captured such intimate moments on film.

Taking a stack of prints, Susan walked back into the studio and spread them out on a layout table. Her desire for her future husband only grew as she studied the shots of Jace and Charolette. Would Jace have actually made it with Charolette? What would it be like watching him ball another woman?

Exciting, she thought, admitting to herself she would like to see her magnificent stud tup another woman. Not that I would like it to happen regularly, nor have it happen behind my back, but…

She stopped in mid-thought, shocked by the images in her mind. A woman wasn’t supposed to act this way. A man was her property. And if she caught him screwing around, she was supposed to take him to a divorce court and take him for everything she could.

But she didn’t feel that way. Jace wasn’t hers, not in the way most women thought. He wasn’t some piece of property. He was a man she loved and if he wanted to get a piece on the side now and then, she saw no harm in it. That was as long as he was there when she needed him and gave her all of that magnificent cock she could handle.