Cheating or a little mischief?

Hello everyone! Continuing from my previous story, I'll be sharing bits and pieces of my sexual experiences. I absolutely love reminiscing about that interesting time—it was about a year since I started dating my future husband, Max. We had just begun living together, and we had a passionate sex life with our own kinks. The daily grind always leaves its mark, but we were always seeking and finding new frontiers.

At one point, we both had tough weeks. I had financial monitoring, Max was preparing a new type of corporate training and couldn't finalize it with clients. We kept coming home late, going to bed, and then starting all over again. We woke

up at different times; he was still asleep when I left for work. What can you do, that's how life is—one period replaces another. In our normal routine, Max is very dominant; he could have me wherever and however he wanted. I gave him blowjobs in city gazebos at night and at the movies, we fucked in stairwells, cutlets burned to a crisp in the kitchen while he went down on me… But in recent weeks, our sexual energy wasn't being spent and was building up.

And so, I was coming home on a summer evening. I was wearing high-waisted jeans and a shirt. With the shirt straightened and buttoned up, I'm a business lady. But as soon as I unbutton the top button and tie the ends of the shirt in a knot at the bottom, exposing my tummy—I'm a provocatively dressed slut.

The apartment is in a regular building, everyone has their own keys; I opened the door and calmly walked in. I heard moans and the distinct sounds of a blowjob. Mixed feelings. I'd been wanting sex for a while, but what the hell was going on! In a second, I peeked around the wall—from there, you can see our living room and the sofa in it. An amazing sight met my eyes. Max was sitting shirtless, his jeans and underwear pulled down. The sofa back hid his cock, but the situation was obvious because porn was playing on the TV. Max was masturbating, watching as a slut on screen happily sucked two cocks in turn. Heat washed over me, I froze—he hadn't noticed me. With mischief, I watched because gradually, arousal was building from this whole sight. I quietly took off my shoes and moved closer. In the porn, two sturdy guys bent a girl over doggy style and fucked her from both sides. Loud slaps rang out, and she happily sucked, simultaneously jerking a cock with her hand. The fact of what was happening didn't bother me; we don't hide such naughtiness from each other, sometimes we pleasure ourselves simultaneously.

I strutted confidently into the living room. Max was embarrassed for a split second. I came right up to him, wrapped my hand around his cock, and started slowly jerking him off.

"Do you like such scenes?" I asked brazenly.

"Looks good."

I smirked cynically and bent down to take his cock in my mouth. It was hot in every sense and slightly damp from arousal. How I love sucking him! I tightly pursed my lips and worked my tongue. Max felt he was about to cum, stood up, grabbed my hair. I obediently knelt down, opened my mouth, and slightly stuck out my tongue. His cock was close to my tongue, lightly touching it—my favorite was masturbating and wanted to cum in my mouth. A few seconds and cum flowed; I collected it in my mouth. I wanted to savor its taste, feel it on my lips…

Then we took long showers separately (we're a bit obsessed with hygiene), chatted, and went to bed, obviously not to sleep. I put on the most revealing thong, which really turned Max on. By the nightlight, he started passionately kissing my thighs, tummy… then my clit. The panties flew aside. He greedily licked my pussy, laid me on my side. kkiss18.net His tongue melodically moved in different directions, around my pussy, then slowed down… And headed towards my ass. He had never before caressed my second hole with his tongue… That aroused me so much! We had fun that night 🙂

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning the house to the sounds of your movie from yesterday 😉 I'm going to a friend's birthday party soon."

"What are you wearing?"

"I'm in a thong. And that's it."

"Send a photo."

I tried. It turned out pretty good.

"I want you to go to the birthday party in that thong and a mini-skirt. Understood? I expect photos during the day. Gotta go, see you soon."

Two more days without Max, he's still at the forum. This whole photo story was really turning me on. In the evening, with a tipsy head, thoughts of nude-style photos came up. Discussed it with friends, the topic is intriguing. Someone even recommended a couple of photographers. What if I do a photoshoot tomorrow? I thought sarcastically, "Max would like that, professional photos and all." Said and done, scheduled a photoshoot for the next day, for 5 hours. Didn't tell Maxim.

Woke up late, of course. In the last messages, Max's erect cock—that's how he rated my especially revealing photos in a taxi, in the back seat.

The photographer Ivan (recommended) is as simple as his name. Blond, sturdy, smiling, and sincere. Been working for six months, on staff at some photo studio. Responded positively to my proposal, said he'd get the studio, even though it's a day off.

I had never undressed in front of a photographer before, hadn't even thought about it, though now it sounds exciting. I'll be in front of him in just panties, or maybe without…? I remembered how once a stranger watched Max and me have a quick fuck on a bench, and he liked it. Now I myself wanted to get the maximum lust from being watched.

Vanya was likable, you could chat with him endlessly! We stood outside for about half an hour, then went inside. The studio was empty, the interior was nice, divided into zones, lots of equipment. Everything went easily, we started with test photos from the doorway, he adjusted the lighting. Then I went to change. I was photographed in regular panties and a sexy robe without a bra. Coming out was a bit scary, Vanya was setting up his camera. His gaze was impassive, he tried not to show his feelings to avoid awkwardness. In our area, there was a large bed. We agreed he could give advice, but I'd pose as I wanted. The camera clicks started, I sexily stuck out my ass, struck lewd poses, Vanya was unflappable. A professional. The humor faded, only brief gestures, signals to the point. I imagined showing the photos to Max, though I didn't know yet what I'd say. Gradually, I got into the groove and relaxed, even more revealing poses followed, my breasts were exposed more and more. Max deserves excellent photos. Finally, from Vanya came:

"It's turning out well."

"Am I a good girl?" — the question had a phone-sex intonation, I didn't expect it from myself. The guy got embarrassed.

"Hah, yes, you're a good girl." — and he's not such a shy guy. "How explicit have the photos you've taken for work been? :)" — "How explicit have the photos you've taken for work been? :)" — "How explicit have the photos you've taken for work been? :)" — "How explicit have the photos you've taken for work been? :)"

"I've photographed myself without panties."

Wow, and here come the jokes again. Slowly, looking into his eyes, I opened the robe and sat on the bed, exposing my breasts.

"Want to photograph me without panties?"

"Maybe."

I was sitting on my butt, spread my legs. Then I slipped my hand under my panties and started caressing my clit. Vanya's face changed—he was getting aroused.

"Do you like it?" I asked lustfully.

"Yes, keep going."

He photographed closer, close-ups. I moved my panties aside and showed him my pussy. Vanya slowed the pace of photos, enjoying it more. You could see his cock already straining against his jeans.

"I want to take off my panties. So, you don't mind?"

"I like it, go ahead."

I stood up, stuck my ass out back and slowly took off my underwear. The robe was already lying on the bed. I was naked. And aroused. Then I got on all fours on the bed and posed. Another man sees me naked, the air is charged with sex. But formally, we have a photoshoot. I teased him, feeling like a dirty, bad girl, and it was so arousing!

"Are you aroused?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me?" — I was actively masturbating right in front of him.

"And you? Shall we move to porn shooting?"

"Well… you can take out your cock and make yourself feel good," I blurted out playfully. "I want to see it."

He took out his cock and kept photographing. Vanya was standing close enough, so both his member and my face were in the frame as I was on all fours on the bed. Then I turned around and started fucking myself with my finger, moaning:

"Jerk off, I want to see you cum."

"Want to take it in your mouth?"

"Very much. But I have a boyfriend, and I'm a faithful girl."

This went on for several minutes, he was masturbating onto me. I noticed Vanya stopped clicking, oh… that state of the male body. I know from Max when he's close to finishing, and here it was the same.

"Cum on me, darling."

Vanya came closer and shot everything onto my stomach, breasts, some got on my face. For about a minute, he was still breathing deeply and jerking slightly, and I collected the cum and put it in my mouth.

Does this count as cheating? I don't know. But I felt good. Without getting dressed, I wiped off the remaining cum and took a couple of close-up photos with my iPhone. Sent them to Max with the text "Have a good evening, my love."