The Story of EI met E on a dating site that goes by three initials (hmmm, wonder what it could be?) about 10 years ago. She was married like me, but about a dozen years older -- 61. Initially, we talked about me using my photographic skills to spiff up her online profile. As we talked more, however, another plan emerged.E had married young, and while mostly faithful with the same guy all along, she was very restless. She'd talked to her doctor about plastic surgery that would turn her into, in her words, a MILF. The list of augmentations, tucks, and implants was impressive, but hey, if her husband was willing to pay for them, who am I to harsh her dream? Over the month we talked, I started getting a better idea of what this lady was after. Her favorite fantasy was -- post surgeries -- going out and getting lots of attention from young studs that would give her the sex she craved. Her husband, it turns out, had some serious performance issues, and she hadn't had sex in a LONG time. The young stud idea, whenever it came up in our conversations, seemed to turn her on immediately. The idea was to go out dancing, pick up one or two young, very well-hung guys, and go back to a hotel to get the daylights fucked out of her. About the second time we discussed the scenario on the phone, I could tell she was masturbating furiously, cumming in a series of crescendoing gasps until after what seemed like a full minute of silence, came a breathless, "oh god."So that was the first thing. I offered to help her find her young lovers as is, but she was insistent that she wait until after she had bigger tits and a banging body. Mind you, I'd never seen her in the flesh at this point, so I only had a very vague idea of how much renovation we were talking about. I would have LOVED taking her out and facilitating her cockstuffing, but she wouldn't have any of it.So back to the offer of photography. One evening as we were texting back and forth, she said she was ready to do her first photoshoot. But there was a twist. Unbeknownst to me, she and her husband shared most of her fantasies, and he seemed eager to get the ball rolling. The only catch was that she and her husband wanted dirty pictures, and I was to take them -- without him being present. Seems he was really into his wife being
güvenilir bahis naked in front of another man without him being there -- kind of her deal with training wheels. I would be happy to get them started.We set up a time and place to meet. We'd get lunch and talk first, just to get comfortable. I'd booked a room at a nearby hotel for the shoot. That Saturday at noon, I pulled into the mall parking garage and found her car. She was a little taller than I'd imagined her, with short, blonde hair and an almost lanky build. I could see why she wanted the boob job. Don't get me wrong, I like boobs of all sizes as long as I can play with them. She was very flat chested, and I was intrigued.After a nice lunch where we discussed everything from her sheltered upbringing in Louisiana to her long-term marriage and the lack of sex, we got into my car and headed for the hotel. I had her wait in the bar while she finished her second G
