Amorous Goods: Three Horny Monkeys � Part 2

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil."

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Prologue:

A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

Continuing from Part 1.

Chapter Fifteen.

'Arising from its charm? WTF?' Sam had thought at the time. But old Freitag had sure been right, the photographer remembered now. Everyone had been very happy indeed with the pictures he'd taken that night.

"How about we look at some of the images we've captured so far?" Sam said to So-Young. He grabbed his laptop and a cable from his desk, and then took a seat next to her on the sofa. Her nipples looked ready to cut glass and he could positively smell her musky sex, but he'd learned to take it slow and really build up the legitimate aspects of what they were doing together so that what followed would come naturally, with no hesitation or regret.

Sam connected his camera to the laptop and booted up the viewer. He nodded at a throw pillow beside her, which the young model placed on her naked lap. Sam put the computer on the pillow. Whatever image he brought up for review in the camera viewfinder, she would see displayed on the computer screen.

"You have been magnificent," he told her. "One of my best models ever. I know we have many pictures you and your husband are going to love. But we'll take a quick look through to make sure we have everything you want in this setting or if maybe a certain pose should be re-done for whatever reason. Okay?"

So-Young glowed at the praise and nodded. As the pictures slowly rolled across the computer screen, she felt the warmth in her lower belly growing even stronger as she saw her body through his eyes. The first shots were in her own red baby dolls and So-Young thought she looked very nervous and unsure of herself, more like a teenager than a 24-year old woman, but Sam was praising the images.

"You look so sweet and innocent here," he purred. "But your outfit and the way you hold your beautiful body are on the edge of dirty." He turned his head to look into her eyes. "Are you a young innocent, about to give yourself to your first lover? Or a dangerous Lolita about to take away a married man's fidelity?"

The young wife blushed and re-examined the photos with Sam's perspective. As they progressed, she had changed outfits a few times, each one somehow more risqu� than the ones before. The looks on her face also changed, following the same progression from innocent interest to carnal desire.

Then suddenly she realized the photos they were looking at now showed her completely unclothed. They were the last ones they'd shot, since she'd done her beauty poses for him. She was naked in them, just as she was naked now; but she was also somehow more than just nude. Her head raised from the monitor and looked at him with a hint of doubt.

"You're surprised at how comfortable you feel, aren't you?" he crooned. He'd been on the lookout for the doubt and was ready. "I have to say how impressed I am with your poise, with your confidence. You truly carry yourself like a professional. Yes, a professional. I almost feel like I should be paying you for this session, not the other way around."

A smile began to creep across her face. "I did say 'almost'," he offered with a small laugh. "I'm afraid I'll still need my fee." The humor did the trick and all doubt left her. She returned her gaze to the screen.

There were full body shots from high and low, close ups of her ass from side and back, shots of her thick bush with a light aimed directly at it to show its texture and the shine of the wetness building beneath, and many angles of the tits that she secretly feared were too small, but now looked absolutely perfect. She especially liked some where he'd had her caress or hold her tits and you could clearly see the three jade monkeys dangling over tit and nipple.

'No Ludwig Freitag to stop me from taking pictures of the treasure now,' Sam thought as he looked at what had become one of his signature shots.

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," So-Young said softly, almost like a mantra.

Chapter Sixteen.

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." Sam remembered hearing Mrs. Terwilliger saying the same thing to Mr. Terwilliger while he moved in to get pictures of their faces so close, so loving, so romantic in the midst of so much debauchery.

"Exactly," the husband had replied. "I see no evil, only beauty. I hear no evil, only words of desire. And what we speak cannot be evil, because it comes from our hearts."

Romantic words to go with the romantic kisses, Sam had thought, wishing he had a video camera. He'd suggested bringing one, since he'd shot video of the Terwilligers in their home. But Freitag had said no, it was too easy to capture inadvertent images and too hard to find and delete them afterward. Maybe on a future visit, Sam had thought, if I can prove myself this time.

He'd gotten back to proving himself with his camera, but he'd really had to work at it because he kept getting caught up in the words between the Terwilligers.

"Has it felt good; has it been exciting?" The Mister asked while staring into his wife's eyes.

"Yes," was all the Missus said.

Sam noticed the bank officer had his hand on the kindergarten teacher's wrist; the same wrist with the bracelet. In fact, his hand was covering most of it and Sam took the chance to get a shot he hoped would pass Freitag's censorship; there were just a few links of silver in one area, and just enough of one jade monkey to know it was the one with its hands over its mouth.

"And there's nothing wrong with that, is there?" the man continued.

"No," she answered. Sam thought she sounded a bit hypnotized at first, but then she repeated, "No," in a strong, clear voice. "There is nothing wrong with that at all." A full smile broke across her face.

"It's been good to watch all these wonderful people making love and now it's going to be even better to take part; to enjoy the pleasure around us."

"I've wanted to for a long time," she admitted. "And I'm ready." She paused. "Are you ready?" she asked with a slightly sinister tone.

Mr. Terwilliger didn't have the charmed bracelet to banish his doubts, but he'd committed them to this step. "Yes. Shall I ask the first stranger to fuck you?" Of course, they weren't really strangers, but that was the play they'd scripted.

"No," she answered, drawing a look of surprise from her husband. "I want the biggest one first, not the smallest one." The banker raised one eyebrow. The teacher carried on. "Instead of building up to the biggest one, I want to start with him, and then challenge myself to squeeze down on the smallest even after I'm fucked out." The look on her face was indescribably wanton and sensuous and challenging and Sam still thought it might be the best image he'd ever captured. A giant enlargement of that face, with that look, now hung on his bedroom wall, looking at him every night.

Chapter Seventeen.

Looking now at the exotic Asian beauty of the young Mrs. Lee, Sam wondered if he might not have a chance to capture another perfect moment.

"Exactly," the duplicitous photographer responded to his bewitched model. "I see no evil, only beauty. I hear no evil, only words of desire. And what we speak cannot be evil, because it comes from our hearts." Sam had stolen this line from Mr. Terwilliger (although he suspected Terwilliger had stolen it first from Freitag) and used it often with his models.

Sam took the computer from So-Young's lap and disconnected it from his camera as he walked to his desk. When he returned to the sofa, he snatched the pillow off her lap with a flourish and a smile and tossed it aside. He reached out, took her hand and raised her to her feet.

He stood close in front of her and So-Young realized viscerally how much she towered over him, even though she was only 5' 6". She'd never had this perspective on a grown man before and found it remarkably sexy and powerful. She played the role of the man and bent down to kiss him. She hadn't kissed a man other than her husband this way for almost four years, but she didn't feel guilty. She just felt horny.

Sam reveled in the passion of her kiss and almost lost his way. The charm had worked and she was his and he was more than ready to take her. Fortunately, he still had his camera in his hand and when it bumped up against the woman's naked thigh during their kiss, he remembered that he had much more to do with John Lee's wife before he fucked her.

Sam Dolan pulled back, still holding the Korean beauty's hand in his. "Come my dear," he said softly as he led her over to the bedroom part of the set.

So-Young couldn't believe the man's self-control and will power and it just made her want to give up her own control and submit to his will even more. She padded obediently behind him to the edge of the double bed.

The man stroked her tits and belly as he said, "Your husband is going to love the pictures we've taken so far. But you know he'll really lose his mind when he sees your beautiful body laid out on a bed for his pleasure, won't he?"

This little word play served a dual purpose for Sam. He'd found that every reference back to the original plan appeared to make it easier for his victims to think that whatever outrageous thing he asked them to do next, it fit properly into that plan. The other purpose was for his alibi tape. Sam had a couple of wide-angle video cameras in the ceiling that covered the entire set. Their microphones were mated to other mics by the sofa and bed. If anyone ever challenged him on the authenticity of a wayward wife's model release signature on his full-ownership/full-use contract, all he had to do was show them the video of the wife agreeing to everything; all in the name of pleasing her husband.

"Yes, yes he will," So-Young said honestly. She could easily imagine her husband John taking her on their marital bed, with the Boudoir album lying open alongside them so he could be sure she was in the same position as in the photos. It made her pussy tingle even more and she wished John was here right now so Sam could take photos of them making love.

Then, Sam's finger was inside her wet pussy and So-Young's imagination took another leap; to where John took Sam's camera to take pictures of her fucking another man. When the little man slipped a second finger inside her, So-Young grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to her tit. He suckled as he finger-fucked her and the enchanted wife felt an orgasm building up inside her.

Then suddenly Sam was gone and So-Young felt desperately empty. He marched over to where her original red satin baby doll lay on a chair and tossed it at her. She barely managed to capture the outfit against her torso; her eyes were wide, wanting Sam's touch, his direction.

"Put that on," he growled, struggling to hold himself back from attacking the dripping pussy. But he put the attention on her, to build up her own passion. "You liked my fingers inside of you, didn't you?" She eagerly nodded yes. "But that wouldn't be enough for you would it?" She looked a bit perplexed. "What do you want even more than my fingers?"

A smile grew on her face. "Your cock!" she declared. "Won't you give it to me?"

His return smile was decidedly more evil than hers. "Oh yes, yes I will. But we need other images first. I know that once I give you my cock, I won't be able to see straight and so won't be able to take any more pictures. And you want more pictures for your portfolio, don't you?"

So-Young was very pleased to know that Sam thought she'd fuck him cross-eyed, but he was such a strong man, such a professional about his photography, and she knew he was right, she did want more pictures for her album. More naughty pictures to show her husband. And her friend Chae-Won, she thought suddenly. That would be a whole other type of fun to compare photos with her sexy friend. She kept smiling as she put on the baby-doll she'd brought from home.

For the next 30 minutes Sam posed her on the bed in the red satin and in the other outfits she'd worn in the "living room." But this time each set ended up with her more exposed; finding different ways to pull the fabric of the outfits either up into her soaking wet crack, or away from her straining nipples or cutely wrinkled asshole. The last shots captured So-Young's face and body straining in orgasm as she frantically played with herself through a set of crotchless panties.

Now she eyed Sam's crotch with almost ravenous hunger, but he forced a bottle of mineral water into her hand and told her to take a drink and then put on the red satin baby doll again.

"No more wine?" she asked, though that wasn't what she was really frustrated about.

"We want to be relaxed, not sloppy," he replied. Another link in the alibi tape; 'No, he hadn't gotten her drunk and taken advantage.' So-Young did what she was told.

Sam walked over to a shelf against the wall and returned with a plastic box. He pulled off the lid and she saw it was full of different types of sex toys and lubricants. "It's time for the next stage," he told her in his firm, masterful voice. He brought over a video camera mounted on a tripod and set it up pointing at her sitting on the edge of the bed in her red pajamas with their wet stains. He turned it on.

He picked up his still camera and started taking more pictures of her as he spoke. "We've taken the "safe" photos you can show your friends and the "exposed" photos you can show your nastier friends. Now we're going to take some toy photos that will make your husband really excited. Then we're going to take the pictures with the real cock. It's up to you if you share those with John."

Sam moved so he was in front of and just to the side of the video camera, so she was almost looking into it as she looked at him. "And we're going to add video, to really capture your pleasure and excitement. Is that what you want, baby?" Sam demanded. "Do you want me to take photos and videos of you fucking yourself with your fingers? With toys? With another man's cock?"

She began doing the first thing, pulling the crotch of her pajama bottom to the side and jamming her fingers inside her cunt before answering. "Yes! Fingers, toys and cock! I want you to record it all, to take pictures of everything."

"Did you know you wanted to be an exhibitionist before? Have you ever wanted your husband to show you off in public? Or take dirty pictures of you and put them on the Internet?"

"Oh, my God!" the bewitched young woman cried out. "I've never done that, never talked about it. But you're right, I do want to. God, the idea is so exciting." Her fingers were flying over her clit. "Let people watch me. Let them know what a slut I am! Ah ah ah," she screamed in another orgasm.

Sam was feeling golden. He didn't plan on her, or especially her husband, ever finding out what he was going to do with her photos and video, but even if they did, this last little bit would make it very clear it was all with her consent and even desire. And of course, he wouldn't ever have to tell them that the consent had been obtained fraudulently by his three magic monkeys

Chapter Eighteen.

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," said Morgana Delacroix to her two young partners in the basement of the Amorous Goods mansion. "What does it mean to you?"

Vikki answered first, with her undergraduate studies in history and a graduate degree and experience in archiving academic and literary collections. "Most people tie it back to ancient China and the teachings of Confucius and/or Buddhism. Either way, we know it best in the west with its treatment in Japan after Buddhist monks introduced the maxim. And all of that boils down to living properly. Not taking part in evil or looking for it in others. Don't pre-judge, don't blindly accept bad things you hear; really look and listen and learn. And don't speak evilly about other people and ideas, even if you don't agree with them."

Dylan's degree was in the much more pragmatic school of business and his post-graduate studies had been in the cold-blooded arena of deal-making and profit-taking. He laughed. "Gee, I always thought it was more a code of silence, like among the Mafia. 'Sorry, Officer, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, and I'm not saying anything.'"

Morgana smiled ruefully. "You two have framed it perfectly. From Vikki's side, imagine a bracelet with a light charm to help its wearer have a more open mind, not be judgmental of people different from her, and to be more open minded to new images, sounds and ideas. A very nice charm, intended for good.

But over on Dylan's side, what if that charm was corrupted so that the wearer started to lose her sense of right and wrong? What she saw and heard while wearing the bracelet never seemed evil. And she wouldn't say anything to stop those acts. She might not even say anything after taking the bracelet off, because they'd never registered as evil actions."

"How far could it go?" Dylan asked worriedly. "Is it like the hypnotist we talked about earlier? You can still only push a person up to their personal limit, but not beyond?"

"I think that's why Ludwig put in that question mark in the ledger," the occultist replied. "I don't think he knew how far past their normal limits a person would go. Remember that even a non-evil enchantment can make people admit to and act upon fantasies they'd never really considered before; like the charmed lingerie. But a truly cursed item could potentially make the wearer think there was nothing wrong with murder. Or since Ludwig specialized in erotica, that there was nothing wrong with rape. Even their own. It could turn a person into a monster or a monster's victim."

Chapter Nineteen.

Sam went into a frenzy of activity; switching between still and video cameras. He had So-Young use the different toys in different positions and different outfits. He had a mental checklist of special requests he'd received from subscribers and tried to fill as many of those as he could because they would bring in the biggest tips.

He had her talk about craving her husband's cock for one audience and then belittle John's cock for another audience. He kept letting her know how beautiful, how sexy, how professional she was and how good she was doing with her photo shoot; her completely normal photo shoot.

She'd never deep-throated a cock, but now she'd taken three different sized dildoes. The same was true for her ass. Sam had learned he could get anyone to give up their ass at least once, but if getting past that initial uncertainty and fear didn't develop some true pleasure from the act, it was better to let it go, rather than risk breaking the spell. So-Young clearly had been raised to believe it was taboo; but had easily and eagerly taken to the new sensations and had no problem removing anal sex from her list of bad things. 'Now her husband can thank me,' the degenerate photographer laughed to himself. 'John is going to reap the benefits of all my "counselling" of his wife.'

Sam once again cycled the young woman through four outfits and then into nude modelling with the different toys. Now she was back in the original red baby doll pajamas, though they were looking the worse for wear. She had a yellow glass ass plug in place beneath them, but he'd reveal that to the camera a little later. Now it was time for the real deal; it was time for Sam.

"Thank you for opening up your pussy for me like you did," he said as he put down his still camera and put on a head band with a GoPro attached to it. "Did you know you had such a pretty, pretty pussy?"

So-Young beamed with delight. "No," she said. "I've never really compared with others; in fact, I don't think I've even examined my own up close, so I probably couldn't even have described it to you before." She'd certainly examined it up close now. For one series of shots, she'd squatted down on a large, thick dildo with a suction cup bottom stuck to a mirror laid flat on the floor. She'd also reviewed several digital images from when Sam's camera was damn near stuck inside her with macro focus engaged.

"But every woman should know what she looks like, shouldn't she?" asked Sam. So-Young nodded. "And she should feel free to share that with others, especially when it makes her feel good to do it." The young Korean woman nodded more emphatically. "And it made you feel really good to play with your pussy and to show it to me, didn't it?" The 24-year-old housewife could only bite down on her lower lip as she rubbed that same pussy through her cum-stained red satin bottoms.

Chapter Twenty.

"A monster or a victim! Then why wasn't it in the vault?" Vikki demanded angrily. She looked at the ledger entry. "It has an 'H' for location; that's for Hotel, right? For the Amorous Inn?" She said the name with strong disdain.

"Yeah," Dylan said in a distracted tone. "I found it upstairs;�

Morgana cut in and completed Dylan's sentence, although her eyes remained locked on Vikki. "In the main room, in the long sideboard cabinet. In one of the locked drawers."

"Yeah," the surprised man replied. "How did you know?"

"Because that's where Ludwig kept those special objects that were only brought out under his supervision. If you rented one of the master suites you would find the enchanted lingerie hanging in the closet because your partner was already there voluntarily and the corset really just raises libido and lowers inhibition. So, it was safe within the confines of the hotel. Ludwig controlled its use by controlling who rented the room and whether the lingerie was included or not."

"And what does the monkey charm do? Why did it need greater control?" Vikki challenged this woman who seemed to know more than she'd let on about Ludwig's perversions.

Morgana's gaze on Vikki became even more intense and Dylan just stared at the two women, swearing he felt the air pressure in the room increasing as it had earlier when Morgana had appeared to capture Vikki in a stare down. He found himself imagining a bizarre image: There was a balloon forming between the two women and Dylan was right on its edge. If he took a step forward, he would be in it with them. He thought he'd better take a step back to stay free. But then he feared the balloon would become opaque and he wouldn't be able to see what was happening inside. For the moment, he stayed put.

"Do you like anal sex?" Morgana asked Vikki. "How about an anal gangbang?"

When this had happened earlier, Dylan had been hit with a mental image of his cousin and the witch in a lesbian 69. Now he began to see Vikki on hands and knees, offering her ass to a faceless man, while Morgana pulled Vikki's cheeks apart to give the man access.

In the here and now, the younger woman appeared to be struggling with herself, trying to say nothing despite an incredible urge to answer the enchantresses' questions.

Morgana was impressed with her young charge's resistance and let her off the hook. "Never mind answering," she said, with a very slight wave of her hand and Vikki noticeably relaxed.

"If you were wearing the crimson corset and the answer to the first question was 'no', then you still wouldn't want to do it. But if the answer to the first question was 'yes', then you'd probably say 'yes' to doing the second thing if it was available."

"Enhance and amplify," Vikki muttered.

"Exactly," Morgana said with a nod. "But if you were wearing the Three Amorous Monkeys bracelet, you would say there was nothing wrong with anal sex and so you should do it; even if you've never liked it before. And there's also nothing wrong with pulling an anal train with a bunch of strangers, so you'd do that too."

Dylan's mouth felt dry and he could feel a swelling in his crotch from the dirty words coming from the beautiful woman's mouth. He repeated his question from earlier. "But how far could you go in making someone do something?"

Morgana turned toward him, breaking her eye-lock with Vikki, and again Dylan felt a change in the atmosphere, like a build-up of static electricity had been safely grounded.

"And that brings us back to the question mark," she said. "I never saw a person deny a request while they were wearing the bracelet, but I also never saw anyone asked to do anything beyond the realm of what you might expect at a swingers' party."

Vikki seemed to finally come out of her daze. "You never saw?"

Chapter Twenty-One.

Sam Dolan stepped right up to the edge of the mattress. The video camera on the tripod was off to the side, shooting at right angles to him. The GoPro on his head mount was also running, capturing whatever he looked at directly. His digital SLR was in his left hand, with the adjustable viewing screen canted toward him so he could see the image even when holding the camera out to his side.

"Such a pretty, pretty pussy," he repeated. "But somehow it doesn't seem fair that I made you show me yours;�

"But you never showed me yours?" the young wife said with a sideways smile as she moved from her back to her hands and knees.

"Exactly," said Sam. "Would you like to see it?" She nodded hungrily. He had to fight the urge to nod along with her; remembering the camera on his forehead. "Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want your husband to see in your private photos."

The beautiful Korean licked her lips. "I want to see your cock." She brought her knees forward to the edge of the bed so she could balance on them and free her hands to undo his pants. As she unzipped his trousers and reached inside his fly, she continued.

"I want him to watch me open up these pants and take the cock in my hands." She did it.

"Whose cock?" asked Sam.

"John's," she said brightly. Then she paused a moment and crooned, "Yours." Another pause and then, "Both!" with happy, excited energy.

"Tell me," the short man urged again.

"I would open his pants and push them all the way down to free his cock while you filmed us," she narrated in a sexy drawl. "Then you would take his place and he would take your camera." So-Young began slowly stroking Sam's manhood. "He would watch through the viewfinder as I played with another man's cock. And I could see if his own cock got hard from watching."

"A sex barometer?"

"Yes," she laughed. "He couldn't hide it if his pressure was going up."

"Do you think it would?" asked Sam. "Do you think his sex barometer would rise if he watched you playing with me?"

"Oh, yes. He would go up just like you're going up." She cupped Sam's balls in one hand, while the other continued stroking.

"Is his pressure high enough yet?" Dolan said, struggling to keep his voice steady for the 'movie'. She was staring at his cock and just shook her head no. "He's not shooting the video, but he's going to see it," Sam continued. "He'll be sitting in his easy chair, watching you on the big screen. Make his pressure rise by showing him what you can do with a cock."

Chapter Twenty-Two.

Mr. Terwilliger went in for one more long, hard kiss with his wife. The wife he was about to share with three other men. "Show me what you can do with extra cocks," he told her. Breaking away, he looked back over his wife's kneeling body and nodded at the men. Then he got to his feet so he could walk around Mrs. Terwilliger and get a better look.

There were no real monster cocks among the three guys, but one did have at least a half-inch on one guy and maybe another quarter-inch on the other. The biggest turned toward one of the other three women, the one closest to him and she crawled in to do fluffer duty. By coincidence it was his own wife. She eagerly took her husband's cock in her mouth to get it hard and ready to fuck the new girl. The other two guys didn't need to get hard yet, but their slut wives still moved in and started sucking their cocks. This time the husbands and wives did not match up.

Dolan's sex mind was reeling, not sure what to look at because he wanted to see it all. Fortunately, Dolan's photographer mind had been honed at ice rinks as a sports photographer covering hockey. There were always breakaways and stick battles and fights happening all at the same time and the damn puck flew around like mad; you couldn't stay locked down on one thing. He kept both eyes open and swiftly, but smoothly, moved the lens from one scene to the next, capturing that moment in time and going on to the next.

Sam stopped flitting when he saw the first cock coming out of the fluffer's mouth and got a nice shot of her spit dripping off the tip; 7�" he estimated. He stayed with it as its owner knee-walked over to the kindergarten teacher's beautiful behind. Mr. Terwilliger was kneeling alongside his wife's hip and bent over to spread her cheeks; he was going to have a close-up view as the first strange cock ploughed into his wife's cunt.

But suddenly, Mrs. Terwilliger was calling out, "Aaron?" She wanted her eye contact.

Aaron Terwilliger paused, really wanting to see his wife lose her fidelity virginity, but he had promised. He released her ass cheeks and moved back toward his wife's head.

The fluffer slut took Aaron's place, kneeling next to the initiate's hip and pulling the virgin's cheeks apart so her own husband could slip into the pretty, dripping pussy.

Sam himself was momentarily torn. He could only get one of the two shots; the first foreign cock to penetrate Mrs. Terwilliger since her marriage or the look in her eyes when it happened. He quickly joined Mr. Terwilliger up front; the picture of the cock stroke would look like any other, but there would be no recreating that first look of surrender in the woman's eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Three.

But surrender wasn't really the word to describe what he'd seen in Mrs. Terwilliger's eyes when she felt that new cock pressing through her labia and into her vagina. As Sam glanced down now and saw Mrs. Lee looking up at him as she advanced her open mouth over his mushroom head, he saw the same look. Hunger. Victory. Yes, that was it, the hunger of the athlete driving toward the goal and the look of victory when she made the winning shot. And as he felt the newly-minted slut-wife's warm mouth slide down over his rod, Sam felt something no goalie ever felt; happiness at having been scored upon.

But So-Young apparently wasn't going to be happy sucking on Sam's cock the same old way she'd sucked her husband's; she wanted to put some of her training with the toys to use. She'd managed to deep throat three different-sized dildoes not long before and now she was ready to take on the real thing.

Sam was just a bit over 5 feet tall and his cock was just a bit over 5 inches long. Two of the toys she'd practiced on had been longer, so it wasn't going to be a major challenge. She didn't care about the length, though. The smell and taste of him was so much better than the rubbery toys, that taking him down her throat was a lot more exciting and fun. She took her time, pulling herself part way down with her lips and slathering him with her tongue on the way back up. Finally, when her throat was relaxed and ready, she dropped down until she was kissing his scrotum and stayed there for a few seconds, swallowing so her throat muscles massaged the head of his cock.

Later, Sam would be happy he had the static video camera recording off to their sides, because his still camera hung uselessly in his opposite hand and the GoPro was capturing images of the ceiling as his head tilted back while he moaned.

Fortunately, the little man recovered himself and got his P O V camera looking back down over his paunch to the beautiful young Korean's mouth coming up to the top for a breath of air and then sliding nonstop back to the bottom of his joystick.

Suddenly he stepped back from the bed, yanking his cock out of So-Young's mouth and nearly sending the bewitched woman tumbling headfirst off the bed. He actually had to put a hand on her shoulder until she gained her balance. Her face looked pained and sad.

"You no like?" she said softly, a little bit of an Asian accent creeping in; some remnant of her childhood.

Sam moved his hand over and cupped her chin. He smiled at her broadly. "I like very much! You suck cock very well, Mrs. Lee."

Her own face broke out in a smile, but then went into a pout. "Then why did you stop me? I like sucking your cock."

"Do you like sucking your husband's cock too?" asked Sam.

The woman paused a moment and then answered, "Yes. But I didn't know it;� Her voice trailed off with a hint of confusion.

Sam monkey-stepped into the gap in her thoughts. "Because you haven't sucked it enough? Is that why you didn't know how much you like it?"

"Yes," So-Young replied. "That must be it."

"Did you think there was something wrong with sucking cock?" the short man continued, leading her on.

"I did," she said, though it sounded more like she was talking to herself. "Why did I think that?" she continued.

Sam grinned inside. She was on autopilot now; he didn't have to feed her thoughts and lines anymore.

"Sucking cock is good," she said firmly. "I should suck John's cock a lot more. Every day."

"Only John's cock?" asked Sam.

Her attention returned from her own introspection with a lascivious smile. "No, I should be sucking your cock, lots of cocks, every day." She reached out to his equipment again, but he danced back out of reach. He would have loved to get back into that pretty mouth, but he knew if he did, he'd be shooting off within seconds and unfortunately, he was not a guy who could come back quickly for Round Two.

He put up the SLR and started snapping photos to cover his escape as he spoke. "You've told your husband how much you like to suck cock and you've showed him how good you can do it," he said, returning to his encouraging, coaching voice. "Don't you want to tell and show him the other things you like to do?"

Chapter Twenty-Four.

"It's amazing what people will do once they're past thinking it's bad or wrong," Morgana said, answering Vikki's implied question in a roundabout way. "You might think that if someone attends a swinger party that they're in the lifestyle and open to anything. But there are different levels of experience and even someone who has done many things beyond the norms of polite society can still have qualms about going to the next level. And if that person has a very low level of experience, then you can certainly understand how nervous they might be about taking part in something new. Even if it's a fantasy they've shared with others, actually carrying out that fantasy is a whole different thing."

"And the Three 'Amorous' Monkeys; hell, might as well call them the three horny monkeys," said Dylan. "The Three Horny Monkeys can help you overcome your nervousness about trying something new?"

"More than that," answered Morgana. "No matter what you've seen, heard, or even said yourself against a certain act or situation before putting on the bracelet, can be wiped out. You're not only no longer nervous, you're actually wanting to do it; you can't understand what's held you back or why you haven't done it before."

"And Ludwig controlled what the person was asked to do?" Vikki said skeptically.

"For the most part, yes," answered the witch. "If a person agreed to attend a lifestyle party, then obviously he or she must have some level of interest in swinging. But they could still be very anxious; like a new skydiver who has put on the parachute, but can't step through the airplane door."

"And what?" challenged Vikki. "The monkeys are the jumpmasters who push them out of the plane?"

Morgana smiled, then looked serious again. "It's a fair analogy. If someone puts the bracelet on you without your understanding, then it could be like a jumpmaster sneaking up from behind and shoving you out. But what if you wanted to jump, but got scared at the door and asked for the jumpmaster's help? If she helped you forget your fears and instead concentrate on the expected pleasures, then what's wrong with that?"

"Cursed versus enchanted?" pondered Dylan.

"Exactly," said Morgana. "Ludwig was the Master jumpmaster if you will. He wouldn't let someone use the bracelet to push another person unknowingly out the door, but would let it be used to help a skydiver get past his final fears if that's what he wanted. So, because Ludwig was playing that role, I never saw anyone shoved out a door they hadn't stepped up to, ready to jump, themselves."

Vikki really wanted to press Morgana more on exactly what she had seen herself, on what she had been doing at Ludwig's 'parties', but let it go for the moment for the more important issue. She said, "But if someone has it now who doesn't care about whether another person ever really wanted to be a skydiver;�

Morgana finished somberly. "Then if he can get the bracelet on her, or him, it's like he's strapped a parachute on them and can push them out of any plane, from any height they want and the jumper will think everything is just fine. But the final landing for the unsuspecting skydiver could be pretty damned rough."

Dylan went to top off his glass, but found the bottle was empty. Unfortunately, the fine wine that should have created a light, happy mood amongst the three, now barely served to dull the edges of their anxiety.

He held the bottle up to the light to verify it was empty, then lowered it sadly as he spoke. "So, if the wise monkeys on the charm bracelet have gone horny, I suppose now it's up to us to be sure that no evil is seen, heard, or spoken because of the bracelet's charm. Does that mean we're the three wise monkeys now?"

"More like three blind mice," Vikki responded morosely.

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Mrs. Lee smiled wantonly again. "Yes," she said. "Let's make sure my album shows him lots of good things. How about we show him something else I didn't know I like?" So-Young turned around so her knees were still on the edge of the bed, but pointing in. Her lower legs stuck out in the air and her red satin-covered ass poked back at Sam. Then her chest dropped to the mattress and her hands moved back to her bottom. Sam brought the SLR level between his chest and her ass, looking to get a straight on shot with the still camera, while the GoPro got a downward angle.

The young wife began slowly peeling the baby-doll briefs over her hips and butt. Sam concentrated on holding his head rock-steady for the GoPro, while snapping off multiple still shots when she teasingly exposed the yellow glass ass plug. She paused just a moment below the toy, covered and uncovered it again twice more, then slid the pajama bottoms down her thighs. She lifted one knee at a time and got them off the mattress, but still hanging on her lower legs. Sam reached in and pulled them back toward him and off.

So-Young began rhythmically clenching and unclenching her buttocks, making the flat end of the plug pull in tighter to her asshole. Then she began pushing out and made it pop up a couple of millimeters before sucking it back into her anus. "I can't believe how good, how nasty this feels," she slurred through a drooling mouth.

She placed her hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Sam snapped a couple of pics, then let the camera hang from the neck strap. He reached in and took the edges of the ass plug's rim in his fingertips. It had been in there for a while now, so Sam reached into one of the big pockets of his cargo pants and pulled out a small plastic bottle of lube with a flip top. He squeezed some around and under the rim as he pulled it slightly away from her ass. Then he pushed and pulled it back and forth a quarter-inch to work the gel around the plug.

When it was ready, the dirty corruptor began pulling back harder on the swollen glass knob. His victim began panting in happy discomfort. "You're not going to leave me empty when you take out my lovely new toy, are you?" she said with mock concern.

Sam lay the small lube bottle off to the side. The excitement of playing with the plug in her tight little asshole had his cock pointing through his fly at full hardness. "No, you won't be empty for long," he promised.

"Good," she purred. "Because I really like having something in my ass. Maybe even more than in my throat."

The ass plug finally popped loose and again Sam fought to keep his head steady to capture the image of the toy leaving and the short gape before her virgin asshole closed up again. "Oh," So-Young moaned and sighed.

Dolan tossed the ass plug onto the bed next to her and pulled something else quickly out of his cargo pocket. He tore the top off the foil packet and swiftly rolled the condom down over his throbbing cock. There were several good reasons to suit up, especially before going for a model's ass, but the main reason for Sam was control. His rubbers had desensitizing lubricant on the inside so he didn't bust his nut as soon as he touched her. He'd learned right from the start that if he took his full concentration away from his photography duties even for a few moments, he was likely to cream right in his jeans.

Chapter Twenty-Six.

Sam managed to get some quick establishing shots of the Terwilligers' situation. From the side, where you could see the husband and wife staring intently at each other. Then from behind Mister, looking over his shoulder. The back of Aaron Terwilliger's head was a bit out of focus, but you could clearly see Mrs. Terwilliger's face and the man kneeling behind her naked form. Then he zoomed in to the kindergarten teacher's lovely, horny countenance.

When he was set, Sam gave a nod to the man behind, who had been waiting for a signal before turning Mrs. Terwilliger into a full-swap swinger. Sam began clicking away and caught the whole sequence. Her eyes tense in anticipation, widening in surprise, closing in pleasure, and then reopening with a look of challenge to her husband. The photographer stepped and rotated, changing the view basically 180 degrees, so now you saw only the side of the woman's face and a nearly full-on shot of her husband as he took in his wife's deflowering. Again, there was a full range of emotions, from eagerness to shock to a flash of fear to raw passion.

Sam danced around the scene, swapping batteries and memory cards on the fly. He got close ups of the big cock pushing into the shaved pink pussy, slow speed shots that made the cock blur in motion, distant shots with all eight players, and more close ups of the cocks, pussies and tits on the other three couples as they took up their pre-arranged positions. He just kept moving, looking for the image of the moment, trying not to think about what he was seeing beyond composition and focus.

When the three slut-wives took their places on hands and knees facing their new sister, Aaron Terwilliger held his cock up to his wife's mouth and told her to get him hard so he could fuck the other women. She went at it with gusto. The two other husbands were kneeling side by side watching the first guy pound away at Mrs. Terwilliger. Each held the other's cock in a well-lubed hand, stroking slowly to keep his teammate ready to enter the game when called. The three wives also played with and lubricated each other's pussies while waiting for the new fluffer to get Mr. Terwilliger's cock ready for them.

Aaron was coming at his wife's mouth from the side, so the three women could see her sucking his cock. They cheered her on. "Yeah, baby, take both of those cocks." "Your first spit-roast." "You're really one of us now."

As Sam photographed the man's cock swelling in the woman's eager mouth and heard the other hot sluts cheering her on, he felt his own cock swell and strain against his pants. He glanced down and saw the bulge and also a dark spot; he was leaking pre-cum like crazy.

The bank V.P. left his wife's mouth and took position behind the pretty maids all in a row. One was very tall and slender, so she had long thighs, but not much butt. But her pussy lips were also long and dangled erotically before he pushed in between them. Pussy number two was so petite that she almost looked underage with her shaved quim. She was also so fucking tight that Aaron had to catch his breath after every hard-earned inch. The last one had a gloriously fat ass that jiggled perfectly when Aaron slammed into it.

The one with the phat ass was also the wife of the big cocked guy. When cock number one saw his wife in the mirrored position, obviously enjoying the feeling of a new cock inside her as much as he was enjoying being the new cock in the slut he was fucking, he couldn't hold back any longer and went for broke, cumming in just a few more strokes. Sam got a decent two-shot of his orgasm death masque above and behind Liza Terwilliger's face, with its look of triumphant pleasure. He also got a nice shot of Mrs. Terwilliger's first creampie of the night when cock number one finally pulled out.

The sight of another man cumming inside his wife nearly pushed Aaron Terwilliger over the edge as well, but he managed to pull out of pussy number three in time and squeeze on the head of his cock to make it go down a bit. When he crawled back to pussy number one, he didn't stick his cock right back in her, but instead bent down to suck on those dangling pussy lips. He stayed there eating until he had himself under control, then he guided his three-quarters hard cock inside the juicy cunt, coming straight back to full hardness.

Cock number two had pushed into Mrs. Terwilliger's creamed cunt as soon as number one had vacated, and he was already churning up a white froth. He used some of the whipped jizz as a lubricant when he reached under to rub the kindergarten teacher's clit.

One of the things Mrs. Terwilliger had been anxious about was her husband's reaction if she actually came from another man's attention. But of course, that had been silly, there was nothing wrong with cumming whenever one had the chance. In fact, it was the whole point. And with that little bit of three monkey wisdom, she found herself launching almost immediately into a wonderful orgasm that pulled out a groan from the depths of her libido.

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

While Sam waited for the Benzocaine to work on his cock, he squirted more regular lube directly on the Korean woman's asshole and began rubbing it around, pushing more firmly until his index finger finally slipped through her sphincter. He stroked it in and out and then suddenly replaced it with his middle finger. A few strokes later it was his ring finger poking the bitch's slutty ass. Sam started playing, switching fingers every stroke.

So-Young had gasped at the first penetrations, then began grunting, and now she was just letting out a wet moaning sound, drool once again running from the corner of her mouth. When Sam suddenly shoved in two fingers together, she seemed to bark, but then said, "Yes! Do it! Play with my ass."

The ass plug had gotten her physically ready, but this loose play with his fingers now had her really mentally ready. While he still had two fingers from one hand reaming her, Sam began pressing the latex-covered head of his cock alongside them.

The young wife's asshole was somehow as delicate and refined as her lovely face, so Sam's thick fingers invading her looked particularly rude and intrusive. It was a great image. As he pulled them out, he pressed his cock in behind them and popped right through the outer ring.

Just like with her throat, So-Young had already had two dildoes larger than his cock in her ass, but again, there was just no comparison between a toy and a piece of live meat, no matter the size. She immediately began pushing her hips back against him, wanting to have the cock all the way in, wanting to feel the man's hips banging into her ass.

Sam did a quick wipe of his slippery fingers on his cotton t-shirt; then grabbed the camera hanging from his neck and forced himself to concentrate on getting the shot. He zoomed in and focused on the wrinkles of her asshole, then backed out to get the violation of that delicate hole.

"You're inside me," So-Young gasped. "You're inside my ass. How come I didn't know this felt so good? Fuck me hard," she demanded. "Bury your hard cock in my ass." Her throat sounded clenched and her words became almost incoherent as she kept bouncing back against his thrusts. "Oh my god...fuck ass...cock ass...uh...uh...uh...uh!"

Sam had seen it before, models who became so excited that they almost talked themselves into orgasms. But never an anal orgasm before! It was too much for the small man and desensitizing bullshit or not, he was cumming with her. He grabbed her hips and fell into his own grunts as he slammed into her ass with his finishing strokes.

She felt his orgasm and it triggered another one for her. This time she thrust a hand beneath her and into her crotch and rubbed her clit frantically to bring this one to an even higher level. By the time she finally stopped trembling and gasping, Sam had shrunk and had to hold his full condom in place as he pulled out of her ravaged ass with a small plop. So-Young dropped to her belly on the bed.

Sam staggered away from the bed, ready to collapse like her. But he managed to make it over to the video camera on the tripod and bring the whole thing closer to the action. He zoomed in on the woman's ass and locked it down again. Crawling up on the bed beside So-Young, Sam leaned down and kissed her ear before speaking into it in a low voice.

"You did so good, So-Young," he praised her. "Mr. Lee is going to be very pleased. Not every wife can have an anal orgasm; it is a very special talent and he will love seeing you have one in person."

So-Young just made a happy purring noise, like a contented kitten.

"Now I want to make another special picture," Sam continued. "Your ass gave you a lot of pleasure, didn't it?" She agreed with a hum. "Your ass gave me a lot of pleasure too." Another happy purr from her. "I want you to reach back and spread your cheeks so I can see that pretty asshole, that pretty asshole that gives us so much pleasure."

Sam moved back down alongside So-Young's hips and picked up his still camera to capture some more high-quality shots to go along with the free running video. As she reached back and pulled her ass open, the three monkeys were laid out perfectly against her pale ass cheek and Sam made sure to get another trademark photo. "Mm, yes, your ass looks so well-fucked. We want to be sure there's a photo in your album showing it so well-used and gaping like this. Don't you think your husband will love that?" So-Young agreed. "Really get your fingers on your asshole and try to open it; show us that lovely hole where you've had fingers, dildoes and my cock."

"Keep holding it open," he instructed as he put down his camera and picked up something else he had laid on the bed. It was his used condom, closed off with a clothes pin from his cavernous pockets. He took off the make-shift clamp and emptied the condom on her ass, trying to get as much as possible into the gaping hole. Then he picked up his camera again to capture the 'anal creampie'.

Chapter Twenty-Eight.

Seeing his wife's first orgasm on the cock of another man had Aaron Terwilliger again yanking his cock out of one pussy and burying his face in another. He really wanted to hold out long enough to give Liza her fourth and final creampie, but it wasn't going to be easy. Right now, he concentrated on the sweet taste of the extra-tight pussy number two. She was such a small woman, but her ass was a perfect apple shape and nicely large in proportion to the rest of her.

Because her legs were shorter than slut wife one, it was harder to get down and reach her tasty peach. So, he went for her asshole instead. Liza loved analingus and Aaron decided to find out if slut-wife two did as well. As he got himself in position, he looked over the woman's head and into his wife's eyes. They were bright, with an animal hunger. He kept looking at her as he made an exaggerated extension of his tongue to make it clear that he was licking this woman's ass instead of her gash. Pussy two moaned, squirmed and dropped from her hands to her elbows, which pushed her ass higher and made it more open. He went back in with his tongue.

Sam was set up in front of Mrs. Terwilliger, hoping to catch Liza's face if she had another orgasm; an image to go with one he'd caught earlier of her telling her husband to send her the big cock first. The stubby photographer had covered three sessions of the Terwilligers fucking at home and he knew Liza to be an eager and willing participant, but this was the first time he'd seen her really taking control. 'It's something about that bracelet,' he thought, as he struggled with the temptation of trying to sneak in a close-up of the three monkeys.

"Lick her ass!" Sam heard Missus say now, with a wonderfully hungry leer. Sam snapped that shot and then got up and followed Mrs. Terwilliger's stare behind him.

Mister was poking the tip of his tongue against the middle woman's rosebud and Sam quickly moved in for the shot.

After a couple of minutes of enthusiastic and apparently much appreciated ass kissing, Liza Terwilliger spoke up again. "Now fuck her! Fuck her the way I'm getting fucked," she barked out between her own grunts from getting slammed from behind by cock number two.

Her husband popped up on his knees and started pushing his way back into the small woman's pussy. Sam had realized the woman was the only person in the room as short as him, but she was not at all dumpy like him. She was perfect, he thought.

Terwilliger apparently thought she was pretty good too because he was pushing forward with a strained look on his face. When she gave out a whimper he froze and said, "I'm sorry. I'll pull out."

"No," Aaron Terwilliger heard from in front of him again. Only this time it wasn't his wife, it was the next man waiting to fuck his wife, cock number three. "As long as she's wet, keep fucking her," the man said. "She's fucking tight, but she can take it. She's here to get fucked, so fuck her."

Sam Dolan realized his cock was straining against his pants again and he really felt he was seconds away from cumming. He'd never heard anything like this outside of a porno and it was incredible. He thought about the small woman with the tight pussy and his own small cock. If he could get a chance? The guy had said his wife was here to be fucked.

"Get a close-up of his cock buried all the way in her tiny pussy." "Sam!"

Dolan came out of his daze and finally realized the voice, Liza Terwilliger's voice, was talking to him. "I want to see his balls hanging right under her pussy," the lifestyle initiate said with a tone as experienced and challenging as any of the long-time swingers.

Sam was already standing in place to get Terwilliger's tongue action on the small woman's ass, so he didn't have to adjust much to get the top shot of the man's cock slowly disappearing into her.

Just like with the first time, Aaron had to control his breathing to keep from cumming just from the intense feeling of entering this tight hole. When he finally made it all the way in, he held very still.

Sam remembered Liza Terwilliger's instructions and got down on his belly behind Aaron to see if he could get the hanging ball shot. He was afraid the light wasn't right, but didn't want to mess with an external light right now, so he just put the camera in low-light mode and snapped a few pics.

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

Today, of course, the situation was under Sam's control and the lighting was perfect. His cum was pooled up in So-Young's ass and the excess ran over and down toward her cunt. If the static video camera was lined up properly, Sam knew he'd make a bundle on the images of her pretty butthole being filled and then spilling over with cum. Regardless, the up-close, high-res shots he was getting with his digital SLR were destined to be classics in the genre. Sam was already imagining a large blow-up of the image taking another position of honor on his bedroom wall.

So-Young was apparently also in sync with what was happening behind her, the monkeys helping her mentally see what Sam was doing, since, after all, it wasn't evil.

"That wasn't spit, was it?" she said. "Did you cum on my ass?"

There was no reason to split hairs, so Sam just said, "Yes. I dropped my whole load on your pretty little asshole."

"Mmm, I can't wait to see the picture," she responded dreamily. "It's going to be a great one, isn't it?"

Sam was taken slightly aback. He'd generally thought of the Monkeys' effects being mostly suggestibility and acquiescence, but he knew now that he'd been wrong. So-Young was thinking clearly about what she was doing and how it could affect those around her. And when Sam thought about it, he realized that had been true about all of his monkey models. So-Young may have been the most obvious, but all of them had shown some degree of wanting more than to just enjoy the experience. They'd wanted it shared so that more people would feel good about joining in on such activities. His victims wanted it seen and heard that there was nothing evil in free sexuality and they wanted it spoken about.

At least while they were wearing the bracelet.

Chapter Thirty.

"Not completely blind," Morgana responded to Vikki's tone of defeat. "We know where the bracelet went from here, so we have a place to start to recover it."

"And who knows," added Dylan. "The person we sold it to might still have it, sitting safely on some back shelf."

"Just like the whore lingerie?" Vikki threw back at him. Dylan's face dropped and Vikki immediately regretted her words. "I'm sorry, cousin," she said. "I'm the one who pushed you to help me get rid of as much as we could, as quickly as we could. I'm feeling bad about my own actions and I shouldn't take it out on you."

Morgana stepped in with a soothing tone. "I know you both feel bad because you've seen what can happen when some of these things get out into the open, but really, neither one of you should feel guilty. How were you supposed to know? Ludwig should have included a private letter to Vikki alongside his will to explain everything, but he didn't. I'm just happy that you've both taken on this unexpected and undeserved responsibility for trying to put Ludwig's genies back into their bottles."

Chapter Thirty-One.

So-Young's interest in the quality, impact and future of her anal creampie photo had caught Sam a little by surprise, but not as much as it would have when he'd started on his 3 Monkey adventure. The first couple of times he'd gotten a model to wear the bracelet he'd gone slowly, experimenting with how far he pushed them to do things. It wasn't as if Old Man Freitag had tutored him on the charm's use (at least, not intentionally), so Sam wasn't certain about what the effects or more-importantly the after effects would be. After all, these women hadn't come into his studio expecting sex, unlike the women at the Amorous Inn swinger parties. He'd half hoped they wouldn't remember anything, as if they'd been truly and deeply hypnotized. But instead, he'd seen anger, desperation and panic in women after the bracelet had come off and they'd begun to realize what they had done, especially with his first experiments. That was what had started him on the "alibi tape" path.

But then he'd remembered the encouragement he'd heard Ludwig Freitag lavish on the most nervous and uncertain participants at the Inn. When Sam started incorporating that approach into his own routine with his models, he'd seen surprisingly positive changes. More than once, a woman had screamed at him for taking advantage of her (although she couldn't explain how), and then turned around and asked if her photos were getting good comments from the other perverts who'd seen them online.

As Sam had gone further in normalizing the whole process while the women were under the bracelet's sway, the more smoothly things had gone afterwards. The complaints about being tricked and the trepidation over what would happen to the women after their images were out in public hadn't gone away, but they'd certainly gone down in volume and heat. And on the other side of the scale, the models' interest in the success of their images had gone up. His "professional caliber model" routine seemed to have other surprising after effects as well.

A few husbands and partners had actually thanked Sam, not only for the hot photos, but for waking up some kind of slumbering slut in their women. Now, these guys clearly didn't know that Sam was selling public access to their wives' or girlfriends' photos and videos since they weren't kicking his ass or threatening to sue. They'd only seen and enjoyed the boudoir photo albums their women had paid for. But the models were apparently more than happy to re-enact the photos with their partners and then carry on to the naturally following sex acts. Fortunately, none of the models had bothered to inform their partner that Sam had done the sex act with them first, in his studio. And when the partners looked at Sam the Photo Troll, they never suspected he'd tapped their women in every hole, and so they just thanked him profusely for the apparently unexpected benefits they were reaping from Sam's photo work.

Chapter Thirty-Two.

The 'hanging balls' shots hadn't been among the best from the Terwilligers' photo session at the Amorous Inn, but Sam had done very well with many others. He'd ended up building an incredibly erotic timeline of the initiation of a highly respected couple in the local community into the debauchery of full-penetration swinging.

Aaron Terwilliger had indeed managed to hold onto his cum until both cock number two and cock number three had dropped their loads deep into his wife's cunt. Sam had stitched together shots of the stunt cocks' faces as they exploded into the new slut, images of Liza's face as she came along with numbers two and three, and shots of Aaron's face as he saw it happening.

Photographer Dolan had also captured the strange men's cum dripping from the kindergarten teacher's pussy, the juices dripping from the slut wives' cunts as the banker moved from one to the next, and finally, Mr. Terwilliger's own balls flexing as he added his spunk to the goo of three other men inside his own wife's well-fucked pussy. When the Terwilligers shared Sam's work with some of their special friends, it had brought a lot of new business to Dolan's Photography.

To be continued, in the series, Amorous Goods; a collaborative storyline for Literotica