"Yes… yes, afterward…"
Howard was trembling with his own arousal now, partially brought about by the pictures he had just viewed with his wife and partially because of what lay only moments ahead now. His cock was a thick, quivering fence post in his pants as Cindy stroked his thigh, stroked it higher and higher. He began to unbutton her dress, whispering the whole time, "I'm going to make you naked, baby. We'll take some pictures and then we'll make love, slow and easy and then hard and fast. Will you like that, honey?"
"Yes! Oh yes!"
His fingers worked feverishly, pulling the dress down to her waist, baring her rich, cream white breasts with their ruby-capped nipples and pulsatingly dark areolaes. He squeezed them lightly, his prick jumping now, and then he could stand it no more. He leapt to his feet, picked up what was left of his drink, and pressed it into Cindy's waiting hands. "Drink this, honey," he instructed. "I'll be right back…"
He ran into the bedroom, urgency controlling his every movement now, and located the Polaroid camera and all its accessories. As an afterthought, he also removed the copy of the Polaroid Club News from the envelope on the nightstand. Then he carried everything back into the living room, made sure Cindy was still on the couch, her bare breasts reflecting the pale light from the lamp, checked the camera for film, and then peered through the view finder. Again, his cock leaped as he saw what the completed print of the picture he was about to take would look like. He snapped the shutter with fingers that were almost palsied.
Sixty seconds later, he was seated beside his young wife and pulling the finished color print from the back of the Polaroid. His eyes gleamed as he looked at it, at the sharp, defined perfection of the color and detail — the rigidity of Cindy's nipples atop their globular white mountain peaks.
"Look, honey," he droned. "Look at yourself almost naked, look, look."
And Cindy looked, staring at her half-nudity with moistened lips, her pussy flowering yet wider with more arousal secretions. Her brain was a seething mass of alcohol and sexual need; she was nothing more than a slave now, and Howard her master…
With exigent hands, he located the copy of the Polaroid Club News and gave it to his voluptuous wife. "Take your clothes off while I set up the camera," he commanded huskily. "Then read some of the advertisements in here. Read them aloud to me, Cindy. Do you hear me?"
"Yes… yes, darling, I hear you…"
Howard was trembling almost uncontrollably as he set up the tripod for the Polaroid and prepared the fifteen-second timer, watching Cindy strip the cocktail dress completely off and then, as if in a hypnotic trance, slide her panties down so that she stood naked and lovely before him, the soft, fleecy blond triangle of her pubic hair wet with the seeping juices of her passion. "The paper," he breathed to her. "Read the ads in the paper!"
Obediently, the desire-and liquor-drugged young wife picked up the Polaroid Club News and began to read in a voice that was cracked with the heat that consumed her body:
"Experienced couple with knowledge of the mystic Eastern arts desire exotic photos with non-Western or unique poses. Box L563, Polaroid Club News, Los Angeles."
She paused to moisten her swollen pink lips, then read another:
"Want pix you've never dreamed existed? Want poses to stagger the imagination? Send for our special set right away! Replies from couples under thirty only. Hurry! Box N198, Polaroid Club News, New York."
Another pause, then:
"The 145th Position — guaranteed! We're not kidding! You've never seen anything like this before! Will exchange for good, erotic poses involving three or more. Box…"
"That's enough!" Howard shouted. "That's enough!" He had the camera ready, and his eyes were blazing with excitement, the front of his trousers bulging hugely with his fully erect cock, the material stained with the beginning droplets of his seminal emission. "Sit down on the floor, Indian fashion, facing the camera!" And as his nude, sculptured young wife obeyed, "That's it! Now lean back a little, so that your breasts are lifted up! Yes! Yes! Open your thighs a little more… oh Jesus, beautiful!"
He activated the timer, then began to undress hurriedly, his eyes never leaving his mesmerically-staring wife sitting there so provocatively on the carpeting. At last he was nude, his swollen prick jutting out like a quivering spear from his loins, the head slickly-red and pulsating. The camera clicked off the picture, and as he waited his hand dropped almost reflexively to the trembling girth of his cock, began to stroke it lightly in anticipation.
On the floor, Cindy murmured, "Howie… Howie, don't do that! Howie, that's… that's terrible! Come to me, baby…"
"Not yet!" he gurgled. "Not yet!" It was time to remove the finished print from the Polaroid, and moments later he held it in his quaking hands. Beautiful! Oh Christ, what an erotic shot! I can see her cunt, spread open and glistening wet… and her clit too, throbbing there… oh, Jesus, Jesus!
"Howie," moaned Cindy pleadingly, "Howie, I don't want to do this anymore. Please, Howie I'm on fire and I want you…"
"Goddamnit, not yet!" he shouted. He was busy at the camera again, setting the timer, his cock shaking as if with some inner vibratory power and his balls aching with the buildup of a tremendous load of sperm. "Get on your knees, Cindy, side-ways to the camera. That's it, that's it! Move your arm up so I can see your breasts jutting down! Good! Now raise your right knee up closer to your tits, honey! That's it, baby, I can see your pussy now!"
"Howie…"
"Just hold it like that, just hold it!" He set the timer and then ran over to her. He had to get in this picture, he had to! He knelt behind her, oblivious to her cries of pleading, and held his cock less than an inch from the full soft entrance to her warm, wet cuntal passage, turning his face to the Polaroid, holding himself still in spite of the oscillations which coursed through his entire being.
The camera clicked off the shot, and he jumped up and ran to it. The picture was every bit as erotic to him as the previous one, more so because he was in it now! He was kneeling there with his great prick almost touching his kneeling young wife's cunt! Oh Christ, never had anything been this exciting before!
Again the timer was set, and again he joined Cindy on the floor. She was just kneeling there now, with her head hanging down, and she was whimpering softly. He went to his own knees again behind her, his hands on her waist. "This is going to be a good one, baby! I'm going to put it inside you on this one now!" He guided his swollen cock to the warm, butter-soft opening of her vagina, inserted the head inside. Cindy moaned, trying to drive her buttocks back against his rod, to impale herself and still the crescendoing passion inside her, but Howard restrained her with his hands hard at her waist.
"No, no," he told her. "We have to wait for the camera, Goddamnit! Now raise your leg a little so the full sight of my cock in your cunt will be exposed to the camera. Goddamn you, Cindy, do what I tell you… ah, that's it! Oh Jesus, this is going to be something… now hold it, hold it…!"
Click.
And then other pictures were taken, more provocative ones, and each time Howard withdrew his cock and ran to the camera again. As the pictures came out, showing Cindy's passion-contorted features and his own, showing his cock pushed into her widespread cuntal passage, he felt his penis leap as if with orgasm. God, oh God, what sights! He was going to blow his wad any minute! But first… yes, it was time to have her do what he had long wanted, and to do what he had long wanted to her; it was time for oral love, for his lips on her pussy and her lips on his prick. Yes, yes! Jesus, what a shot that will make, what a shot, what a shot!
He set the timer, ran back to his trembling young wife. "Turn over," he commanded. "Turn over, Cindy! Lay down on your back!"