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My husband and I have opened up our marriage, and I’ve been having a lot of fun with my dates. He seems to have just the one, and doesn’t even seem to see her that often. He likes living vicariously through me and my adventures though, and recently talked me in to get my nipples pierced. I’ve been breaking it to my dates when I talk to them – everybody likes my tits, but they’re going to have to be gentle with them for a few months.

I called one of my dates, Darren, who I’d met on Tinder, as I hadn’t spoken to him for a little while.

It rang a couple of times, and I was about to hang up when it went through to voicemail, but it was Darren.

“Hey,” he said.

“I have something to show you,” I said.

“Oh really?” he asked.

“Dave convinced me to get my nipples pierced.”

“Oh that sounds interesting,” he said. “Any chance of a sneak peek?”

“Give me a few minutes, OK?”

I hung up and headed to the bathroom. On the way, I pulled my T-shirt off, and unhooked my bra. When I was through the door, I took my bra off, catching the little make up remover cloth circles, that, happily, were still dry, and stood in front of the mirror. I took a picture, from my neck down, of just my tits, then texted it to Darren.

I put my bra back on, tucking the cloth circles back over my nipples to protect the bra from any discharge, and was just getting my T-shirt back on when the phone rang.

“Hi again,” I said to Darren.

“Those look great,” he said. “I’d love to take some pictures, if you’re up for it.”

“Well,” I said, “I didn’t want to go and do anything that could hurt these – they still ache a little.”

“How about here?” he asked.

Here. His place. We’d fucked, multiple times, but I’d never been to his home.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll text you the address. I also have a gift that I’d like to see you in.”

“That sounds intriguing,” I said.

Lingerie, I thought, I bet it’s sleazy lingerie. Well, I like sleazy lingerie too.

“I’ll send you the address. See you when you get here.”

“Wait,” I said, “what should I wear?”

“Sexy underwear,” he said.

“But over that?”

“Doesn’t matter, you won’t be wearing it long.”

“Uh huh. Can I bring a memory card and get a copy of the pictures?”

“You can have the pictures,” he said, “I just like taking them. Plus I don’t want you thinking I’m showing them to anybody or anything.”

That sounded great. I started to head to the bedroom to get changed.

“I’ll see you in about an hour,” I said.

“I look forward to it,” he said, hanging up.

In the bedroom, I stripped off again, and dumped my clothes in the laundry hamper. I headed over to the underwear drawer, where I found some nice, white lacy panties and a matching bra. I tucked my little cloth circles in the cups once it was on, and pulled the panties up my legs. They weren’t tiny, but I thought they looked nice. They also didn’t cut in to me or anything, so there were no obvious lines, even though I find the lace a little scratchy at times.

I wasn’t going to be dressed long, so I dug out my white tennis skirt and a wrap around top, finishing off the look with some white high heels.

I dropped my phone in my bag, and went via the office to pick up a micro SD card from one of the GoPros, before heading out to the garage.

Darren didn’t live very far away – I knew the street, so it was just a matter of identifying his place. It was a condo / townhouse complex, and I parked in the visitors’ area and checked the map for where his unit was. I was early, so I didn’t rush, but he had a nice townhouse not far from the pool. It was quiet – I didn’t see or hear anybody else. I’d walked past what looked like a gym, too, which made sense as, despite being a bit older than me, he’s in great shape.

Anyway, I knocked on the door, and he quickly opened it. I wondered if he’d been anxiously watching the parking lot, but when he ushered me in, I figured it was because his main living room is right by the front door.

He looked great, in shorts and a partly buttoned up shirt and gave me a hug and a long, passionate kiss that quite took my breath away.

When we came up for air, I took a look around. The interior decor was nice enough. Very sparse and masculine.

“It’s nice to see you too,” I said. “You have a nice place.”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning, and went and picked his camera up from the coffee table. “Shall we begin? I know you don’t have that long.”

“Oh,” I said, fiddling in my purse, “here’s my memory card.”

He reached out and took the card from me, putting it into an SD adapter before putting it back in the camera. He left his SD card on the table.

“Let me get a picture of you dressed, by the front door.”

He took a couple of pictures of me, and I posed a little self consciously.

“Oh, can I get a couple of upskirts, seeing as you’re wearing that little thing?”

I nodded, and turned away and bent over a little, and when he lay on the ground, I came and stood kütahya escort over him so he could really shoot up my skirt.

He sat up, and took pictures as I unbuttoned my skirt, letting it slide down my legs to the ground. It didn’t take long to unwrap my top, leaving me in just my underwear and heels.

He watched, eagerly, as I unhooked my bra, and came in close as I took it off, exposing my newly pierced nipples to him for the first time.

Holding the camera in one hand, he reached out and stroked them gently for a while. Normally they’d stiffen, but since the piercing they seem to always be stiff, meaning I’m always aware of them. And always a little turned on. I’ve read that I’ll get used to that, but I’m not sure that I want to… I kind of like being a little turned on all the time.

“Do they still hurt a lot?”

“Not much,” I said, “but I’m being careful.”

He took a couple of close up pictures of my nipples, then I dropped my panties down my legs as he backed away, taking pictures the whole time.

After I was done with my silly poses, he lowered his camera.

“Let me go and get your gift,” he said over his shoulder as he went to the open plan kitchen. There was a little bag on the counter, and he snatched it up and brought it over to me.

“Thanks,” I said, “I think.”

I opened the bag, and inside was some sleazy lingerie.

“It’s a bikini,” he said, excitedly. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”

I took the two tiny little red items out, and looked at him doubtfully. The bottoms were a tiny little elongated triangle, with straps that joined in a little triangle at the back. Nothing in the triangle, other than air. The top was like a couple of small triangles with straps.

“Go ahead,” he said, excitedly, “try them on!”

I fiddled with the bottoms, and, still wearing my heels, stepped in to them and slid them up my legs. I spent a little time settling the thong over my pussy, but it didn’t cover all my pubic hair. I made a face at Darren, then tried the top. I pulled it over my head, tied the neck strap and tucked my tits in. It was a little tight, which meant they were pushed together, and were spilling out under and over and around it. You could easily see the balls on my nipple piercings against the cloth.

Darren took some pictures.

I thought I looked a little ridiculous with white heels, so I stepped out of them.

“I like the shoes,” he said.

“Right, but I don’t want to hurt your floor.”

“So the light in here sucks. We should go outside.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Oh come on, I’ve seen you outdoors in less,” he grinned at me.

“I think I need to shave a little in that case,” I said, pointing down at my landing strip.

“Allow me,” he said.

He put the camera down and headed towards the back of the house, and I followed him. We went into the bathroom, and he collected his razor and some foam from a counter under a big mirror.

He knelt down in front of me, and pulled the red thong down to my thighs. He sprayed some foam in his hand, and rubbed it across the top of my landing strip. He put his thumb over the bottom, and swiped his razor across the top, leaving me with a tiny little patch of hair, maybe the size of a quarter.

He put the razor and foam back on the counter and got a wash cloth, wet it and wiped my front clean.

He put that in the sink, then turned back and pulled the thong up. He arranged it at the front, and turned me around, adjusting the straps a little higher. Looking down, all my hair was now covered. All like six of them.

“Let’s go to the pool,” he said. “You can wear your shoes.”

“Can I borrow a robe?” I asked.

“There’s nobody around, they’re all either at work, or out shopping.”

“Uh huh,” I said, following him towards the front of the house.

He opened the front door, and held it for me.

“The light’s usually good by the pool,” he said as I shuffled past him.

He led me towards the pool, and I followed along mostly on tiptoes so as to not have the loud clicking of the heels on the concrete.

He was right, there wasn’t anybody about, and he waved me over towards a sun lounger. I sat on the edge and turned and leaned back.

He took pictures of me lying there on my back, and had me open my legs a little. He told me to put my arms above my head, which made the little top tighter over my tits – I could feel my piercings pushing in to my tits more like that.

He suggested I sit cross legged on the chair part, and I was just taking my shoes off when a girl appeared. I’d guess she was early 20s or so, and had small tits and not a lot of shape around her hips. She was sort of tomboyish, with short hair, and was wearing a practical looking one piece and sandals. As she walked past, I saw her suit didn’t go far up at the leg cutouts, but was almost totally backless from the waist up. If her hair had been longer, you’d have thought she was topless from behind. She had a lovely tight bum.

“Oh, hallo,” she said.

I manisa escort turned to look up at her, and Darren jumped in. “Sophie, this is Sue. She’s just modeling for me.”

Sophie seemed amused, and put her towel and book down on a lounger, sitting down.

“I bet she is,” she said, and watched Darren take a couple of pictures of me.

I thought I could see her looking at my pussy, but her sunglasses blocked her eyes, so I couldn’t be totally sure. I could feel myself blushing.

“OK,” said Darren, “try turning over and lying on your front.”

“I don’t want to be much longer in the sun,” I said, “or I’ll burn.”

“I can solve that,” said Sophie, and she disappeared back towards, I’m guessing, her house.

I lay on my front, and supported myself on my elbows. Darren came around and took pictures of my cleavage, and was just getting me to open my legs when Sophie reappeared.

“Suntan oil,” she said triumphantly. “Want me to…”

“Yes,” said Darren, cutting her off.

I went to sit up again, and she said to stay there, coming over to me. I heard the click of Darren’s camera as Sophie poured the oil in her hands and rubbed them together.

She started at my shoulders, and worked her way down. It was like a massage rather than just wiping it on, and she refilled her hands as she worked her way down.

“Move your legs apart a bit,” she said as she got to my waistband.

I slid them apart a little, and she started rubbing my bum cheeks, causing the thong to disappear between them even further. Her hands worked their way down my thighs, pushing them further apart and kneading almost all the way to where my legs hit the lounger.

She stopped when she got to my feet.

“There,” she said, “you’ll be fine now.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled,

Sophie went back to her lounger and picked up her book as Darren walked around taking pictures.

After a couple more minutes, and a lot more pictures, Darren helped me sit up. I swung my legs around to the side of the chair and massaged my elbows – I hadn’t wanted to put my weight on my piercings on the woven fabric of the lounger, as I was worried about them getting caught.

“Soph,” he called over, “can you do her front now?”

I looked up and saw Sophie smile as she put her book down. She came over with the oil, and stood in front of me.

“Move your legs so I can get closer to you,” she said. I guessed she didn’t want to put her legs outside mine, so I moved them apart. She came between my legs, standing over me.

“You might want to get pictures of this,” she said to Darren, and he lifted the camera as he moved to the side.

Sophie drizzled suntan oil over my tits, starting around my collar bones and letting it drip down to my top. With me all oiled up, she handed me the bottle to hold, and started rubbing it in. Well, I say in, it was more over – I could see I was all shiny with oil as she worked her way down my front.

“I like your piercings,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said, “they’re new.”

She went all over my tits, being gentle around the piercings, which I appreciated. I watched Darren, and he seemed very happy with the pictures he was getting.

As Sophie worked her way down to my tummy, I looked down and saw why Darren was so happy… the oil was rendering my bikini pretty much see-through! You could pretty clearly see the little barbells and my constantly erect nipples.

I was starting to worry about the bottoms, but Sophie ploughed on. I could feel myself getting wet as she worked her way around the crease where my thighs and hips joined.

Sophie backed away a little.

“Stand up and let me sit down,” she said, “and I’ll be able to get all of your legs.”

She helped me stand up, taking the oil from me as she sat down on my lounger. She poured oil into her hands and rubbed them together before starting at the straps of my thong and working down slowly. I closed my eyes. I didn’t dare look down, as I was worried what I’d see.

She got to the tops of my thighs, and worked her way around the tiny piece of fabric. She had her hands on the front of my hips, and her thumbs were going right up under the little piece of fabric covering my pussy. I held my breath as her thumbs brushed my pussy lips gently, and then she was working on my thighs.

She added more oil, and then her hands were rubbing the front of my thighs. She swapped her hands over, so they were crossed in front of me, and rubbed oil over the tops of my thighs between my legs. As she worked up, she was always just about to touch my pussy before working down again. It was maddening… I wanted her to just start rubbing my clit at this point, I was so turned on.

Too soon, she was working down to my knees and shins, again stopping at my feet.

“There you go,” she said, standing up and heading back to her lounger.

Darren smiled at me.

“Thanks,” he said to her.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked me.

I just shrugged.

“Because your whole chest is bright red.”

I mardin escort looked down, it was. I could also see my pubic hair through the thong, thanks to the oil on the fabric making it pretty much see through.

Darren posed me, often with my legs apart, and took pictures. Lots of pictures. I’d given up trying to be coy about Sophie seeing me, now she’d pretty much felt me up.

After a while, Darren suggested we go back to his house. I’d been eyeing his erection as I moved around, and I was pretty sure it must be painful by now.

Sophie looked up from her book.

“You should probably wash that oil off before you go in,” she said, “or it’ll get on your sheets.”

She knew we were probably going to be fucking as soon as we get inside, I guess. I saw her nod over to the side, and when I followed her gaze, there was a shower by the pool.

“Thanks,” I called over, and started over towards the shower.

Darren picked up my shoes, but kept pointing his camera at me.

“Here,” she said, getting up, “let me help you.”

We both got to the shower around the same time. There was a big bottle of some liquid soap stuff from a bargain store, and she grabbed it as she turned the shower on.

I squeaked a little, because it was cold! Sophie laughed at me, and I backed out of the flow of water. She stuck her hand under it, and waved me back in when she’d decided it was warm enough.

It wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t painfully cold either. Standing there with my front getting showered, I could feel my nipples stiffening even more than they were already.

Sophie was behind me, and suddenly her hands were around me, soaping my front up under the flow of water. She spent a lot of time washing my tits, even squeezing them a little, and when they were clean enough, her hands went back behind me. I was expecting more soap, but I suddenly felt the bikini top go loose as she unhooked the strap behind my neck. I grabbed for the tiny strips of fabric over my nipples, for all the use they were, but she pulled my hands away.

“We have half the girls here topless most Fridays,” she said, and looking at Darren, he nodded.

“We do a happy hour thing,” he said.

“You should come some time,” Sophie said as she pulled the top away from me, tossing it over towards Darren.

I let me arms go loose, hanging by my sides, and Darren stood there with my shoes and bikini top by his feet, taking pictures.

Sophie’s hands came up my sides, under my arms, and she lifted my tits and pushed them together, towards Darren.

“You have lovely breasts,” she softly whispered in my ear.

I felt her hands turning me, and I moved to face her. She bent her head down and lightly kissed each of my nipples.

“No,” she said, “stay there.”

I realized she was talking to Darren.

“I don’t need you taking pictures of this,” she said.

She straightened up, and squeezed more soap into her hands, lathering it up before briefly washing my back. As she’d concentrated on my tits, now she concentrated on my bum, squeezing it and pulling my cheeks apart to let the soapy water run down my crack. I half expected her to pull my thong down, but she didn’t.

She let go of my bum, and knelt down in front of me and started washing from my tummy down to my thighs, putting a lot of soap, and effort, into the thong – I guessed to wash all of the oil out of the fabric, but pulling it up even further between my pussy lips.

Again, there were glancing touches over my pussy lips, and I was going mad with desire. I really wanted her to pull my thong down now, but she still didn’t.

She moved my legs apart a little more, and washed down them, front and back, inside and out, to my feet.

I thought she was done, but at the last minute she leaned forward and quickly ran her tongue over the little patch of fabric covering my pussy, pushing in to graze my clit, and I exploded into an orgasm, having to hold her shoulders to prevent me falling over.

When I’d got my breath back, she smiled up at me, then stood up.

“Oh my god,” I said quietly to her, “thank you.”

“Glad to help,” she said, louder, and wandered back to her lounger.

I just stood there, under the water, watching her. She sat, watching me, and I adjusted the thong, then turned off the water and turned to face Darren, who was standing with his camera, grinning.

“Do you have a towel?” I asked him.

“At home, yes,” he said, and ushered me towards his house.

As I got to him, he picked up my shoes and top, and he followed me at a discrete distance as I walked, almost naked, to his house.

When we got there, he darted past me and got the door.

“Stay there,” he said, closing the door behind me, and he put the camera down and went and grabbed a towel.

He patted me dry, telling me how sexy that was, and saying I should definitely come to one of their happy hours. I was seriously considering it, if for no other reason than to see Sophie again.

I took the towel from him, and dropped it on the floor in front of me.

“Get your camera,” I said as I knelt down on the towel.

He went and got his camera, and came back. He pointed the camera at me as I undid his shorts. I carefully pulled his straining cock out and pulled his shorts to the ground, having him step out of them.

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