pictures tonight. I didn't want them, but I took them anyway; how could I say no to my own boss? We'll look at them together, honey, you and I sitting here right now. We'll look at them together, and what will happen is that we'll both become very excited. You'll want me more than you would otherwise, and I'll want you the same way.'
'Howie, no! We can't!'
'Why can't we?'
'It's… it's wrong!'
'No, it isn't wrong, Cindy. I've told you that. Now trust me, baby, just trust me.'
'Howie…'
But he was already taking the envelope of pictures Ralph had given him in The Gandydancer from his coat pocket, opening it, taking out the richly colored, glossy photographs inside. 'Here,' he whispered, holding them and pulling her head away from his shoulder, 'here, honey, look with me…'
Cindy didn't want to look. She was trembling and she didn't want to look, she kept telling herself that — and yet her head turned and her eyes focused on the picture, and a small cry burst from between her moist, pink lips.
'Howie, oh God!'
'Look at it, Cindy darling. It's exciting, look at it, it's exciting, look at it…' His voice droned on, mesmerically, and Cindy found herself staring at the photo in his hand, staring at the young, fresh-scrubbed-looking, collegiate boy and girl performing a sixty-nine — her moistened lips locked tightly around his hardened, lust-swollen penis; his lips pressed firmly, tongue extended, to her glistening pink vulva; lips on penis; lips on vulva…
A low moan of commingled desire and perplexity burst from the young wife's throat, and she felt the soft, warm area between her tightly pressed thighs flower wide with the building secretions of her arousal. Beneath the cocktail dress, her nipples hardened into turgid buds, the way they had hardened the night before. She could not seem to take her eyes from the photo, and her breath began to become labored.
'You like to look at pictures like these, don't you, darling?' Howard's voice droned.
'Yes,' she heard herself reply in a half whisper, unable to control the mounting flood of passion which threatened to consume her in fiery lust. 'Yes, yes yes!'
Quickly, Howard shuffled the photos, bringing another into view. The same couple, the same oral love, a somewhat different position. Cindy could see all of the young man's masculinity, his sperm-heavy testicles, the wide girth of his great penis half-buried in his beautiful young companion's ovaled mouth. She gasped, drawing close to her husband, her hand sliding down involuntarily to rub almost spasmodically along his thigh.
Howard shuffled the pictures again again — again. The same couple in each, the same pagan rites of fellatio and cunnilingus. But the positions, if such a thing were possible, grew more bold, more provocative — seemingly impossible positions: standing, with the girl turned completely upside down, her legs locked around his neck; sitting, with the man's head buried far up between the wide-spread, alabaster thighs of the girl, his legs locked around her neck and she supporting him with her hands and arms…
Cindy was breathing heavily with her intense arousal now, proof positive to her panting husband that she was as acutely excited by these photos of others enjoying sex as he was. 'Darling!' she mewled. 'That's enough, that's enough! I want you, Howie, honey, I want you to love me, please, please!'
But Howard was oblivious to her pleas, for his mind was centered on two main objectives: to get his chaste, enchanting young wife to pose for him for more Polaroid pictures; and to get her to perform the self-same acts of oral love which were depicted in the photographs he held in his hands.
He moistened his lips, thinking that his first step would be to get her to undress and pose for him yes, that was it, she was highly inflamed with desire now and she would be slave to his whim; he sensed this beyond any doubt, knowing that, at last, she was going to be his on his terms…
'Cindy,' he whispered in her ear, his right arm circling her shoulder, his fingers gently kneading her soft, resilient breast, 'Cindy, I want to take some pictures of you, darling, some pictures like I took the other night. They excite me, honey, just like these photos excite you. You want to please me don't you, honey, you want to please your husband?'
'Yes… yes, I want to please you, Howie, but… but I'm so excited! I want you to make love to me, Howie, please…'
'Afterward, baby,' he breathed in her ear. 'After we take the pictures, afterward…'
'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!'
