Picture candaulisme

It was the first time for both of them.
Despite a first presentation appointment during which their future partner had been consistent with their expectations, anxiety tore the stomach of Sandrine.
What if she froze in front of this stranger? Or in front of her husband's goal? And if Philippe, her husband, said to stop everything at the moment when desire overwhelms her? What if nothing happened as they had discussed and agreed? Erotic pictures, candaulism and trio with 2 men, were not there too many experiences for a single meeting?
He had arranged to meet them at a hotel in Houdemont, near Nancy. A city halfway between home, Metz, and his home in Colmar. Nancy, close enough to get there in barely an hour, and far enough away to preserve the privacy of each.
It was 14:30. They had RV at 15:00 but Fabien had already arrived and sent them a message to tell them his room number: 127. The hotel was on the edge of the commercial area, and this Saturday, the car parks were filled with customer cars; theirs would be one of hundreds of others. Taking a right roundabout, they entered the parking lot of the hotel, Sandrine took a deep breath before sighing, she was tense but excited.
But Philippe, smiling, and the laughing eye whispered to him: "Today we will be doubly pleased."
Only 5 cars, including one registered in Alsace, were parked in front of the hotel: "it must be hers," she says.
Philippe took his big bag. It contained his photography equipment: devices, tripod, flashes and deflectors. Sandrine had taken her makeup bag and some things. Upon entering the hotel they briefly greeted the receptionists to their left and then climbed the stairs to the rooms. In the middle of the corridor they saw the number 127 on a door: "I knock," said Philippe.
Fabien opened them, he wore a white shirt and a black tie under a suit of the same color. His eyes smiled even more than his mouth: "Welcome to Nancy, enter," he closed the door behind them and Sandrine looked at the room.
It was a large room with a large bed, a swivel desk and a sofa. "We will have room here," said Philippe. "Yes," replied Fabien, "... it's better to make beautiful pictures."

While Sandrine was going to get ready and put on makeup in the bathroom, Philippe released his photographic material answering Fabien's questions.
"yes I hope we can be content with natural light"
"No I do not use the flash, I prefer a spot + deflector"
Sandrine came out of the bathroom. Philippe and Fabien fell silent and turned their heads towards her with a smile.
"Stop looking at me like that, I'm blushing," she said, looking down.
"Come on, you're sublime," said Philippe, "... is not it?" he shouted to Fabien.
"I have nothing to add," he replied.
Sandrine was a very beautiful woman, she had a beautiful red hair that surrounded her face, enhanced by an intense lipstick. She wore a black dress with thin straps that emphasized a slender figure, overhanging black stockings in patent pumps.
A hand resting on the desk, Fabien said to him: "approach", she took 3 steps towards him.
Before the camera lens of Philippe, Fabien put a hand on his cheek while the other went up along his neck -Sandrine thrilled with all his body- then he kissed her.
His lips brushed against his, and lingered on his chin and cheek, before plunging into his neck. Sandrine could not hear the trigger of the camera. She put her hands on Fabian's chest, and bringing them back to his neck, began to undo his tie by looking him straight in the eyes. Finally she unbuttoned one by one the buttons of her shirt and slipped her hands to caress her back.
While Fabien was slipping off his jacket, she tugged his shirt off his trousers, almost shirtless. Philippe asked him to turn to her while she kissed her lover's nipples. She did it, her eyes half closed.
Fabien slid the thin straps of her dress over Sandrine's shoulders and arms. The dress at her feet, she wore only her favorite lingerie: stockings and black garter belt under a red thong; and a bra, red too, that Fabien removed while brushing his lips.
"You are extremely desirable," said Fabien. These words inflamed her, she felt a flush of heat rise from her shoulders to the brain while her lover's hands came and went on her breasts swollen with desire.
Fabien took her breasts full mouth, and his hands began to massage her buttocks on the desk. While caressing her neck, Sandrine turned slightly to Philip arching to offer him his best pose. She was looking at the lens, her lips parted, Philippe was smiling back at him, "That's good darling, you're really a beautiful woman."
While kneeling, Fabien went down the last triangle which masked his "orchid" - he compared the sex of a woman to a flower - and put his hand on both sides of her thighs before kissing them.
Palms on her stockings, Fabien's hands were sliding his thumbs inside her thighs, Sandrine spread them further to accommodate the language of his partner. By holding them by the ankles, she curled her legs on the desk to offer this orchid, perfectly smooth, which exhaled the scent of his desire to a Fabien eager to taste. Sandrine was soaked.
While her lover walked his mouth on her labia and stimulated her clitoris with the tip of the tongue, the groan of Sandrine was confused with a "Oooh" of elation that whispered behind his goal. "You're delicious," says Fabien. His tongue descended lower and lower in his crotch, walking around his most intimate area, small shimmering and shimmering star. Sandrine savored this rare moment.
As she got up, Sandrine pushed Fabien back to the sofa, and once he was seated took off his shoes and trousers. Kneeling in front of him, wearing only her stockings that were so worthy of her buttocks and sex, Sandrine played with the elastic boxer Fabien. She was having fun to see this piece of fabric hang on a penis in a beautiful erection. Finally, she took off what was left of her clothes. Fabien was excited, his contracted scholarships supported a penis right as an "I", "at attention" would have said. Ready to execute all his orders. Ah! the pretty little soldier!

To support the morale of the troop, Sandrine slipped his left hand under the scrotum of Fabien, grasping his penis with his right hand. His lips parted on the tip of his tongue were walking along this penis.
At its height of excitement, the glans allowed to pearl a drop of translucent seminal fluid. "But you too wet!" she said, laughing and having fun rolling her under her thumb to excite her partner.
The hands resting on the chest of her lover she gently put her lips on the cock that was waiting for her. By opening them further, his tongue came out to gently remove the glans of Fabien who gave a long groan. Fabien appreciated more than anything the blowjob, her sex made an instinctive jerk of excitement while Sandrine, head in his hands, descended lower and lower in his back and forth, his lips enclosing his masculinity.
"Do you know that I can be even more enterprising?" she said to Fabien.
After placing a condom with her mouth, Sandrine sat on Fabien and began to introduce into her, Fabien's mouth resting on her breasts.
While she rode Fabien, Philippe put down his camera to undress. It was when she felt the sex of Philippe touching her cheek that Sandrine turned her head to take in his mouth. Desire overwhelmed her for the second time, she said to him: "Come, let's do as we said."
"Wait," she said to Fabien who stopped. Philippe began to penetrate her turn, very slowly, to finally come and go in it while Sandrine whispered "Yes, that's fine."
The two men came and went in this gorgeous redhead, whose groans first inaudible became cries of ecstasy "Oh yes, yes, it's great!"
Stimulated by this double sensation, Fabien had just enjoyed. It remained in Sandrine prolonging their pleasure while Philippe also felt coming an orgasm incomparable.
In a last cry, Sandrine let out a fountain of enjoyment as she felt the heat of Philippe's cum that flooded simultaneously.
Numb, trembling of all its members, she kissed her 2 partners under their 4 hands who continued to lavish caresses.
Leaving the parking lot of the hotel Sandrine and Philippe smiled.
Philippe said to Sandrine: "You see, I told you so."