Ashley wants to be a cum slut - Part II

Ashley wants to be a cum slut – Part II. In part II of our story, Ashley and Jack contemplate how to arrange her scene and end up with Jack taking pictures while Ashley wantonly displays herself for him, masturbating to a jarring orgasm.

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A couple of days later, we were having an enjoyable dinner with some good wine and I thought I’d bring the subject up again.

“Ashley, do you still want to have your group scene?” I said. “Maybe we should see what we can do about that.”

Nodding, she replied, “Yes, I still do, Jack. I’d love to, just once, just to see what it’s like.”

Having another sip of wine, I remarked, “You mentioned something about the film, that all of the guys had large cocks. You’re wanting that, too?”

“Yes, if possible. You know you’ve spoiled me and being honest, size does matter, you know? I don’t need monsters, I just want some good sized ones.”

At that I smiled. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here quite casually talking with my wife about her having several men for sex all at the same time. “Well”, I said, ”it seems to me that we’re not going to be able to just pick some guys up to do this with your specific interests. A group of friends doesn’t seem quite right either. I can just see the phone call to our friends asking them if they could accommodate us. I know they’d love to; I’ve seen them all look at you, but it might not sit so well afterwards.”

She laughed and then in a more serious tone asked, “How do you think we should find them?”

I thought a bit and responded, “It seems to me we’re going to have to place an ad, maybe on the internet, to find the kind of hung guys you’re after. What do you think?”

She agreed that seemed the only way. At least she couldn’t think of another. So, having finished dinner, I said, “I’ll get some paper and a pen; lets try writing an ad, ok?”

She nodded but putting her hand on my arm, stopped me, saying “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” concern in her eyes.

I told her that I was fine with it. That if this was what she wanted then she should have it and I’d enjoy it, too. 

So, returning with pen and paper I sat down and said, “So what do you want to say?”

She thought a bit, laughed and said, “How about this? Insatiable woman needs hung men for cumfest.” She then laughed some more.

“Hon, I’m thinking we’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that.”

At that, I started writing. Finished, I looked up, smiled at her and handed her the paper. She started reading intently, her eyes getting bigger as she read down the page.

This is what she read:

Wanted, hung men for gang bang. 

my slut wife has decided she wants to have several men at once, in all possible ways. She’s 5’8”, weighs 135 pounds and measures 34D-26-34 and is 38 years old. She has long legs, a hungry cunt and a beautiful face. It’s her fantasy to do this with me. In order for you to have this fun with us, you’ve got to be in good shape with good grooming, be able to spell and have at least 8 thick inches. We’ll meet at a hotel downtown and commence to party. Interested men, please respond ASAP; we're wanting to get going with this soon.

She looked up from the paper. “slut wife? Wow, Jack, that’s pretty explicit. Do you think it’ll work?”

“How better to describe you and what you want? Of course it’ll work, Ash. It’s guys you’re after and men are men.”

We both laughed.

“I think we should put a couple of pictures with the ad,” remarked Jack. “What do you think?”

“Uh…I’m okay with that as long as my face isn’t recognizable.” 

“Trust me. When they see your body, they won’t care that much about your face. Okay then. Want to take a few pictures? Want to show off a bit?”

With a mischevious grin, she responded, “Yeah, lets take a few pictures, Jack. I’m starting to feel a bit randy. This could be fun.”

“What do you want to wear?” I said.

“How about a negligee?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. That seems a bit subtle. How about just some hose and a garter belt and heels? Get the red fuck me pumps; you know, the ones with the 5” heels?” I suggested, getting my own mental picture of how she’d look.

“That’s it? Nothing else? …Okay, then. I’ll go change and then call you when I’m ready. You go get the camera.” 

I went and got my camera from the office and then went upstairs to our bedroom. Opening the door, I found Ashley reclining on the chaise. “Jesus Christ,” I was thinking. “This woman is fucking amazing.” I looked at her, leaning back on the chaise in her red heels and hose. Sure, with a body like hers, she looked great. But it was more her attitude that hit me. Wanton describes it. As she sat there, smiling at my reaction, I faded into the background and started taking pictures.

She lay there, in a Cleopatra like semi-reclining pose, completely naked except for her hose, red shoes and a red velvet ribbon she’d tied tightly around her neck like a choker. Her firm breasts rose and fell as she breathed slowly, pointed at the ceiling; nipples hard. She was excited about this; it was obvious. 

“Show me what you’ve got, babe,” I said as I walked around her, getting different vantages for pictures, snapping several. She began moving a bit, first assuming one pose, then another, running her hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, flaunting herself for the camera. 

As I came around directly in front of her, she raised herself and turned slightly to face me and moved to plant her feet on the ground on each side of the chaise. This put her in a position straddling the chaise directly facing me with her long legs parted and her pussy crowned by its cropped bush open to my view. 

As I moved in for some close-ups she wet the fingers of one hand with her mouth and began to lightly stroke herself, running her fingers through her trimmed thatch of brunette hair that capped her sex. Her fingers continued this for some time as she braced herself with her other hand and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Her fingers went lower, now stroking and squeezing her lips and as they responded to the attention, becoming swollen, she started rocking with the pleasure of the whole thing, her breasts swaying back and forth with the rest of her body. 

Now lost in her own pleasure, she dipped her fingers between her lips, pushing them aside as she kept up the same motion; her palm rested on her mons and her fingers were inserted in her now obviously wet pussy that glistened with her juices, grinding away. She was basically fucking herself with her hand, the movements machine-like as she fingered herself to a higher state of arousal. Rocking to the rhythm of her fingering she began to breathe harder and move her hips even more, pushing against her hand, willing herself to cum. Her breasts shook with the excitement that was coursing through her body; sweat glistened in the gap between them. Her nipples were swollen with excitement, jutting straight out from her heaving breasts. With a gasp of breath and a sharp exhalation, she came, pressing hard with her hand and hunching over, fingers lost in her cunt, waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she moaned with pleasure, long and low, until her orgasm wound its way to its finish. 

And then she just sat there, hunched over, unmoving, her breathing becoming a bit more regular. Finally, she raised her head. Opening her eyes, she looked at me, smiled and inquired, “Get any good pictures?”

I just smiled and nodded and said, “I think they’ll do.” The feelings that bound us at that moment, with no words being necessary, were indescribable.

“Jesus, Ash, you’re fucking beautiful”, was all I could say.