Jason
“I’m so excited for this.”
I peer under Kourtney’s robe. “So am I.”
She swats me away and tightens the belt around her waist. “No peeking.”
Celeste’s eyes bounce around the dim studio. “I love the exposed brick in here.”
Victoria, our photographer, grins as she adjusts the setting on her camera. “This is my favorite place to shoot. Plus, it’s rent-controlled. I don’t think I’ll ever give this place up.”
With less than a month until the website launches, Celeste has been kicking the marketing into high gear. She set up a boudoir photoshoot for the three of us in order to use the photos on social media to gain attention.
Between Celeste’s marketing, my injury, and all the charity work Kourtney and the WAGs did for Thanksgiving last weekend, the three of us haven’t been able to fully enjoy our final week together after Erika went back home.
I’ve been looking forward to today’s photoshoot so we can spend some intimate time together.
“You know, it’s not every day I get asked to sign an NDA.” Victoria chuckles. “I feel like I’m working with the president.”
Celeste flips her hair over her shoulder. “We’re hotter than the president.”
Victoria tilts her head back as she laughs. “This is true. Okay, you three. Drop your robes and come stand over here by the window. We’ll do some group shots to get you loosened up. Then we’ll break off into the couple shots. We’ll save the solo pictures for the end.”
We disrobe and pull our masks onto our faces. Celeste surprised us with new masks for the photoshoot. Mine is made of black leather, while the girls’ masks are made of black lace. She instructed us to wear black to go along with the theme, so I chose a pair of short boxer briefs.
My eyebrows jump as my gaze roams over Kourtney’s outfit. “You look incredible.”
A black leather bustier hugs her curves, with lace accents around the edges of her breasts. Black lace panties are clipped to black thigh-high stockings, complete with a pair of black kitten heels. She looks elegant and sexy as hell.
Kourtney wraps her arm around Celeste’s waist. “We need to wear these at home.”
Celeste grins. “I knew you’d say that.”
Celeste’s outfit is less demure than Kourtney’s, no surprise to anyone. Her breasts spill over a see-through lace bra, with her piercings glinting through the fabric. She’s wearing a black lace thong, complete with a thin leather collar wrapped around her neck and matching thigh-high leather boots.
My dick hardens as I look at the two of them together. Leather and lace, sweet and salty. I want them both. Care for them both.
Our contract is over at the end of the week, and not one of us has brought it up.
I think we’re trying to pretend like it’s not happening, as if we can stop time by ignoring it.
I don’t know what’s going on in Celeste’s head, but I know what Kourtney and I want.
And we’re going to have to sit down and talk to Celeste about it at some point.
For now, we’ll enjoy each other and let our bodies do the talking.
Victoria points to the window. “Jason, I want you to stand straight and tall. Ladies, you can kneel in front of him, facing him, and clasp your hands behind your backs.”
We do as she says, and she fluffs out the girls’ hair. “Pop those booties like a Cadillac, ladies. Arch your back. Yes, perfect.” We’re illuminated by the flash of her camera. “Feel free to move and change your poses however you want. This is your photoshoot. You can take control.”
At the sound of Victoria’s permission to move, Kourtney leans over and kisses Celeste.
“Yes!” The camera clicks and flashes as Victoria praises us. “Amazing.”
The girls switch positions around my legs for several shots. Then I hook my finger through the silver loop on Celeste’s collar, yanking her up while my other hand wraps around Kourtney’s neck, pulling her to her feet at the same time.
Our hands roam freely, gripping and squeezing each other while our mouths collide, barely aware of Victoria’s presence as she snaps each shot. It’s a frenzy of lips nipping and sucking like we can’t get enough of each other.
Celeste pulls back and flashes us a devilish grin. “Your turn, boss man. Get on your knees.”
I lower myself to the floor. It’s a place I’d gladly stay, worshipping them at their feet and giving myself to them. Wholly and completely.
Kourtney lifts her leg and rests her heel on my shoulder while Celeste grips my hair at the back of my head like she’s serving Kourtney to me to feast. Not being able to do the things I want to do them, the prolonging of pleasure, makes this even hotter.
Victoria gestures to the black velvet chaise lounge chair across the room. “Let’s move to the couch.”
Celeste lies down on her back, and Kourtney wastes no time lying between her legs with her back against Celeste’s chest. Kourtney spreads her legs, hanging one over the back of the couch, and she reaches for me.
I kneel at the foot of the couch and slide my hands up Celeste’s legs while I drag my lips along Kourtney’s thigh.
I can smell her arousal through her thin panties, and it turns me on even more knowing that she’s wet throughout this photoshoot.
I bite the inside of her thigh, and she arches her back, letting out a small moan.
“Yes,” Victoria encourages. “You can talk to each other. Stay connected in the moment.”
I crawl up Kourtney’s body and nip at her bottom lip. “I can’t wait to get home.” I lean over and slide my tongue over Celeste’s mouth. “And you’re keeping this collar on for me.”
Victoria snaps shot after shot, and then we move to the couple’s photos. My dick is rock hard, between watching Kourtney and Celeste pose together, to being in the frame with each of them.
My favorite shot is when Kourtney gets onto all fours while Celeste kneels behind her and grips a fistful of Kourtney’s hair, yanking her head back. They’re natural and unrestrained, giving in to the moment.
Victoria fans herself with her hand. “I feel like I’m going to need a cigarette after this.”
For the individual shots, Victoria instructs us each in a different way: Kourtney spread out on a bed with black silk sheets; Celeste crawling along the windowsill with the city as her backdrop; and me against the brick wall.
I watch as Kourtney drapes herself off the edge of the bed, hanging upside-down with her hair cascading down to the floor in a dark river.
“If you’re comfortable with it, you can take off your top and cover your breasts with your hands,” Victoria says. “I can always edit out anything that’s showing.”
Kourtney unhooks her corset and covers her chest with her forearm while letting the corset dangle from her other hand.
Celeste lets out a whistle. “Yeah, Kourt!”
My heart swells with pride and desire. She comes alive in front of the camera, bold and free, letting her hands roam over her dips and curves, her legs spread wide.
That’s my fucking wife.
When it’s my turn, I take my spot in front of the bricks.
“Okay, Jason. Same goes for you,” Victoria says. “Feel free to face the wall and drop your boxers.”
Celeste claps. “Show us that spectacular ass.”
I spin around and push my boxers down. I brace one hand on the bricks while the other wraps around my length so that to the camera, it looks like I’m jerking off.
“So hot,” Kourtney mutters.
Each of us is turned on, unable to do the things we really want to do, and having to hold out until we’re finished.
After an hour, Victoria flips her camera around to show us some of the thumbnails. “What do you think?”
“These are incredible.” Kourtney beams. “Thank you so much.”
“I can’t wait to get these up on the website,” Celeste says.
“It was a pleasure working with you three.” Victoria shakes each of our hands. “I’ll send you everything once I’m done editing. Should be within the week.”
We say goodbye to Victoria, and then we head home. The second we get through the door, we’re stripping out of our clothes and reaching for each other.
“Leave your lingerie on,” I say to both of them. “I’m fucking you just like this.”
Kourtney clasps our hands and leads us into the bedroom. I set up the tripod while Kourtney pulls the covers off the bed. We each pull on our masks.
Celeste walks up behind me and presses a trail of kisses along my back while I clip my phone into place. “I have an idea I’d like to try for the next video. I want Kourtney and I to sixty-nine, and I’ll lie on the bottom so that you can fuck her from behind.”
I turn around and tug on her collar, claiming her lips in a deep kiss. “First, you’re going to get on your knees so I can fuck this mouth of yours.”
Celeste shivers before dropping to the floor in front of me. She flicks her eyes up to mine as she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, waiting for me.
I keep my finger looped through the ring on her collar as I free myself from my boxers with my other hand. Kourtney rounds the foot of the bed with her phone, getting down on her knees next to Celeste so she can film from a better angle.
I push myself inside Celeste’s mouth and give her collar a tug to pull her over my cock. Her tongue wraps around me, and she sucks me down as far as she can go.
“That’s it, kókkino,” I murmur, fucking her mouth in long, slow strokes. “What a good girl you’re being for me.”
She hums at my praise, swirling her tongue over my crown before swallowing me down again.
The sight of this strong, stubborn woman on her knees for me with a mouthful of my cock and a collar around her neck is enough to bring me to the edge.
Couple that with my wife on her knees beneath me, reaching her hand inside her panties because she’s so turned on?
I’m ready to blow, and we’ve only just begun.
I pull out of Celeste’s mouth and yank her up by her collar, crushing my mouth to hers before reaching for Kourtney to ravage her mouth. “Get on the bed.”
All three of us scramble out of our underwear, and Celeste lays back on the mattress and spreads her legs wide, still in those sexy as sin leather boots.
Kourtney climbs on top of Celeste to sit on her face.
She moans as Celeste slides her tongue over her pussy.
Then she drops onto all fours and buries her tongue between Celeste’s legs.
I make sure the camera faces them and has a good view of what I get to enjoy. My dick bobs between my legs, swollen and throbbing with need as I watch them taste each other. I wait to join them. I could watch them together like this for the rest of my life.
But when Kourtney reaches out for me, I can’t deny her.
I kneel over Celeste’s head and gaze down at Kourtney’s plump ass in the air.
Celeste reaches up and wraps her hand around my cock, licking me from base to tip, getting me nice and wet for my wife.
Then she lines me up so I can push myself inside Kourtney’s tight, warm pussy.
And I feel Celeste’s tongue as she drags it over where Kourtney and I are connected.
Kourtney cries out and arches her back as I plunge inside of her.
I gather her hair into one hand and grip her hip with my other hand, giving myself leverage as I drive in and out of her.
I lose myself in a punishing rhythm, finally able to release what I’ve been holding in since the start of our photoshoot.
Kourtney breaks first, coming hard and loud. Once she finishes feasting on my wife, Celeste then tips her chin and sucks my balls into her mouth from under me. I see stars, and I can barely hold it together.
I slow my thrusts, needing to gain control so I don’t come before Celeste. But then Kourtney plunges two fingers inside of Celeste and sucks on her clit. Celeste moans, letting out a string of curses, and she goes over the edge. Not a second later, I spill my release inside Kourtney.
We climb off each other, panting and gasping for breath as we collapse onto the pillows beside one another.
“I don’t even have the energy to stop the camera right now.” I tuck Kourtney under one of my arms as I reach for Celeste to pull her close. “I’ll get up when I can feel my legs again.”
Celeste chuckles as she pats my chest. “That was only round one. You’ve gotta build up your stamina.”
“Round one?” I open one eye as I gaze down at her. “You have more ideas for another video?”
“I might. We have to get in as many videos as possible. Our contract ends on Friday.”
Kourtney’s body tenses at the reminder, but she says nothing.
And there it is. The elephant in the room.
I run my fingers through their hair. “Well, then I guess we’d better make the most of it.”