I blushed even deeper. "Thank you for bringing this to me", I said as he walked off to the next cubicle. Smart ass teenager. Actually great assed teen...ger. OK, he really wasn't a teenager either, a soccer player at the local university. He was blond, tanned, with the body of an athlete. The boss's nephew, cousin, some relation we couldn't figure out. He'd been hired for the summer and every secretary in the building had been imaging him in his little tiny shorts....or less. Even me. I watched. He grinned from ear to ear and said, "What didI do to deserve to be married to such beauty?" Basically, you showed up," I kidded. With that he slid my underslipand panties down and I stood there in just my stockings and garter."Let's leave those on, OK?" he asked."Whatever you desire, husband of mine," as I knelt down and unzippedhis fly. It was time to thoroughly smear my lipstick as I took him inmy waiting mouth. I took my time, we had all night. I was careful notto get him too excited as. My money apron hung around my waist, heavy with coins.Risa's home had no festive lights. A single lamp shone in the living room window, as it might if no one were home, but I heard girls' laughter as I passed beneath the front window. The bullies at school hadn't beaten God out of me quite yet, and I prayed her parents were there. I did not want to face her and a pack of her friends without a buffer of adults. In numbers greater than two, girls that age will eat a boy alive.But, business being. Mark took the camera off the tripod and came close to capture the full wonder of my wife's open pussy as I separated the lips with my fingers. “That's great, Alan”, said Mark, “you're going to have a fantastic set of shots. Why not get Sue on her knees for a back view?”Sue didn't need telling twice and she got on the recliner on all fours, head down, bare bottom in the air, knees well apart. “Lovely!” breathed Mark as he continued his work. “Alan, can you pull her cheeks apart a bit more so her.