When I glanced to Fitz, I noticed he had become hard again, too. “Maureen,” he said,”will you eat creampie?” He handed her the camera. Kat climbed up on the bed. “You want to eat creampie from her pussy or mouth?” Fitz asked. “Can’t we switch back and forth?” I asked. He nodded yes. “To eat creampie from her cunt, then.” She crawled between us on all fours. I licked her cunt to make sure she was wet before I entered her. Already I could her Fitz saying, “Yes, eat creampie. Suck! Suck!” so I knew Kat’s lips were busy. I stroked and gathered her hair, holding them like reins while fucked her tight pussy.
Maureen said, “The camera’s out of film.”
“That’s too bad,” I said, but I didn’t take my dick from Kat’s cunt. Maureen set the camera down, then came up to kiss me. I kissed her and caressed her breasts, but she broke off our embrace. “I’m going to take a shower. Be sure to treat Kat as well as you treated me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
And there is not a lot more to tell. After fucking Kat, all of us were so exhausted, we were unable to fuck again the next morning, although we tried: Fitz and I watched Maureen eat Kat for a while, then the reverse—while I took photos, of course—but Maureen’s heart wasn’t in it, and no one took any pleasure from it.
That was last year. And things have changed. Maureen and I have some great photos from that night. We printed some as posters for our bedroom wall. She now knows that she loves having a woman eat creampie from her (though not the reverse), but she loves cock more. A lot more, and I love watching her take pleasure from two men. And we try to visit our friends more often. Kat now has a lingerie collection. She and Fitz bought a camera. We trade photos over the internet. We have visited twice since, each time enjoying not only conversation and dinner and movies together, but alone one or two nights of sex and photography during each visit.