I had decided that my pictures had to be different. I wanted to show my cock, but I wanted it to be artistic in some way. I know, contradiction in ter...ms (please forget the pun of contra-dick-ion, I honestly couldn’t make these up if I tried). So out comes the camera and I sit on the bed willing myself to get a hard-on and keep it there while I take the photo. I have arranged the bedclothes appropriately and I have on some pants. I wouldn’t call them sexy, as they belong to a bloke. Since when. ”She sipped her drink. “That’s not a problem, Martin. Romance has nothing to do with it.”“In other words, you want us to be friends with benefits.”“A clever euphemism. Ground rules would be no strings, just for fun ... no attachments ... no jealousy ... we can both see other people if we want ... call it quits whenever we want. Are you interested?”“I’m listening. Why make this offer to me?”“Well,” she replied, “you’re eligible. You’re interesting ... you’ve done some neat things ... seen some. You did a sexy dance to the music in the background. The guys turned to you and started to egg you on. It made you more excited and you got more revealing in your dance.When you felt that guys were turned on enough, you walked over to one of the guys and sat down in his lap. You could feel his cock against your butt. You rubbed your ass on his cock and noticed that he was very turned on. He ran his hands over your body, at this point all you had on was a sexy bra, stockings, and g-string. My husband lovingly caressed them, sliding the palms of his hands along their sides and underneath before lifting them up gently but firmly, and rubbing his thumbs exquisitely around my nipples. "I love your big tits, your big fucking tits. I'm going to put my hard cock between them," he said. He guided me down and I wrapped my boobs around his cock. I could feel its pulsing heat between my breasts. He rocked his cock in the tunnel my tits had made, leaving a trail of precum as he did so. I.