This was it. The day my wife Liz and I were to travel to visit a photographer who we had contacted via this site. We had enjoyed threesomes before but I had been keen to get some extra pictures taken by a stranger and this appeared the safest way to do so. Having discussed what we wanted from him with each other, we knew we had a likely candidate as he seemed happy with the idea of not just exposing the film. We arrived and were shown into his small front room, a soft leather settee which Liz took up the centre of while he made us tea which we didi not really need but drank out of politeness. He told us how he loved the beauty of the female form and how delighted he was to be given the pleasure of taking her pictures. He said he was going to use the master bedroom for the sesssion and that Liz could use the bathroom in which to change. I was informed that there was insufficient room for anyone else other than him and his subject in the room in which he had his lights set up. i asked for a quick look and he showed us both up the stairs. The bed was stripped down to a sheet and a couple of pillows. A few lights were angled and ready and his camera on a tripod next to a movie camera. The room was indeed cramped for me to watch unobtrusively. he suggested I went down to the local pub for half an hour or so to which I agreed but I asked that he leave the back door unlocked to allow me to enter on my return. Returning downstairs I kissed my wife and told them to enjoy themselves, then left. I found the pub and got into a conversation about the city council and slowly drained my pnt, all the while my mind was really back in the bedroom where my wife was likely now naked and enjoying his cock I had been gone almost an hour and decided I had to find out what had really occurred in my absence. I reached the front door and half hoped it would be open, locked. Round the back and down the alley i found his back gate and entered. kitchen door, twist, push, open. I entered quietly, listening for any sound downstairs, nothing, opened the door to hallway and heard muffled sounds. There was no click or sound of an artist busy with his shutter speeds. but then a heavy sigh and a slight hint of a bed under pressure. \the decision to investigate was too strong. my suspicion (hope) that Liz was naked and full of cock needed to be confirmed, a sigh and a groan met my ears half way up the stairs which creaked ominously. The bedroom door was ajar, I opened the door. Liz lay on her back with him on top. his arse was tensing as he despatched his come into her willing shaved cunt. I observed silently and let them have the tender moment of warmth as his spunk filled her. They eventually became aware of me so i spoke, asking if all had gone according to plan. He rolled off her, leaving a wet gash oozing his come down from her beautiful cunt lips. I sat on the edge of the bed, they lay together and we talked a little, then he showed me the pictures he had taken of her sucking his generous cock, stripping and flashing her body seductively and a lovely album which we still have today as he fulfilled his promise to send a set to us. We all agreed that the experience had been well worth it and that perhaps we might see him again. We never did