Chapter 28
Lori and Mel
Tuesday morning and I was busy sorting out photobooks I had received from the printers when the shop doorbell rang: a couple I’d never seen before walked in. She was good-looking, while he gave the impression of being from some southern European country, Italy or Spain maybe?
As usual, I greeted them in my local language, “Goede morgen.” They looked puzzled.
“Good morning,” they replied.
Immediately recognizing the accent I said, “Oh, you’re American.”
“Yes we are, how did you guess?”
“Mainly the accent, I can spot an American accent a mile off, I worked for an American multinational for many years, so I can spot the difference between American, English, Australian, and some other Australasian variants.”
“Excellent, and yes we’re Americans. Are you Lew, the guy that took this photo?” the woman said while holding up a print of a photo of Nancy with her baby Emilia, the ones that were sold to the agency some months ago.
“Yes indeed I took that photo, are you looking for the young mother?”
“No, it’s you we’re looking for, the photographer.”
“I see, and you came all the way from the States to find me?”
“No, not really, we are on one of these Europe tours for the moment and as it’s Tuesday we are in Belgium, funny enough but exactly like in the 1969 comedy, ‘If it’s Tuesday, this must be Belgium’ so we took the opportunity to come and find you. We had already seen the Belgian sights during our stay in The Netherlands in the seventies so we skipped the guided tour. We were intrigued by the way you portrayed them, it’s so beautiful, and yet it’s also erotic in a way, the woman, a very pretty one at that, combined with the result of what was probably a passionate night with her lover held so tenderly in her arms.”
“Wow, I never thought about it in this way, but yes your observation makes sense. When you look at it from that perspective, I can follow your reasoning.”
“You see Lew, I’m an amateur photographer myself, I’ve taken lots of pictures of my wife Lori, and…my apologies for not introducing us before, I’m Mel by the way. As I was saying, I’ve taken lots of pictures of my wife in the nude, but I was never able to capture her in this erotic and yet also non-erotic way. If you want to see some of the photos, you can just surf to XHamster and you’ll find them.”
“I’ll certainly take a look at them. I too started as an amateur photographer so I’m most interested to see your work, and it seems like you I too was drawn to the most beautiful thing in the world, the naked female body. I took my first pictures of a nude woman more than thirty years ago when I met a gorgeous Italian girl during a business trip to Rome. And then upon retiring I decided to go pro and bought the shop and built the studio.”
“Meeting you was one of the reasons we’re here, the other one is to ask you if you would be willing to photograph my wife, giving it that professional touch you seem to master so well. It may be too much to ask, but as we are only here for the day, could you perhaps do this today? If right now is not convenient, we are staying the night in a hotel not too far away, so we have until tomorrow morning if need be.”
“Let me see, as you’ve come from so far, I can hardly send you packing without trying to help you fulfill a wish that seems so dear to you. Could you come back at 5? I can close the shop an hour early and take the pictures you would like. We can even have a bite to eat afterward if it’s not too late for you. I know from my working days, Americans love our Belgian cuisine, the ex-pats usually put on a few extra pounds by the time their 3-year stint in our country was over.”
“OK we’ll be here, and the dinner will be on me, we remember some of the excellent food we had in Belgium when we were passing through so many years ago.”
Although they were well past their youth, they walked out of the shop hand in hand, like a couple of love-sick teenagers.
On the dot of 5, they walked in again, I had the impression they’d already sampled a few of the 600 different types of beer Belgium is famous for. They confirmed, beer being one of the other good things they remembered from their earlier days in Europe. When we adjourned to the studio and after they expressed their surprise at its size, we got talking about their stay in Amsterdam so many years ago.
“So what exactly did you do when you were in Amsterdam?”
“Being broad-minded young Americans, living in a country where violence is far more tolerated than nudity, we enjoyed the liberating feeling of that city even in those days. I’m talking end of the seventies here Lew: Hippy time you know, Love, Love, Love, The Beatles, The Stones, the sexual revolution. We did it all, topless protests with flowers in our hair, swinging, we even participated in a few porn flicks, to make some money. We loved to wander along ‘De Walletjes’, the red light district there. We were amazed they even offered real live shows, where you could just walk in, although they existed in the States too, it was extremely expensive, very private and secret, and totally illegal. There was even nudity on Dutch national television.”
“Yeah I remember, “De Barent Servet Show”, or “The Pin-up Club”, do you know that the girl presenting the latter, Wendy, just turned 60 and she even posted a photo in a bikini in the snow to celebrate.”
“Really? I had no idea, yeah The Netherlands was light years ahead of the rest of the world in that respect.”
“OK but we’re not here to reminisce over days gone by, you want pictures of Lori, in the nude I presume?”
“Yes please.”
“Great let’s have look at you, Lori.”
Lori moved to the center of the studio while unbuttoning her blouse.
“No, no don’t get undressed just yet darling, just let me get a good look at you and get a feel of your aura. Mel do you want to play a part in these pictures, or is it strictly Lori?”
“I don’t mind, we have loads of pictures of both of us in the nude, even having sex.”
“Good, I’ll first start with Lori then and when I feel like it, I’ll include you, I’ve done this before with another couple, I guess they’re slightly younger than you, in fact, what is your age, if I may ask?”
“It’s no secret, Lori is 56 and I’m 57, and you Lew?”
“Oh please don’t remind me I’ll be 60 soon.”
“I can’t say you look it, I would have put you even a bit younger than we are.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but let’s concentrate on Lori, shall we? I’ve taken a quick look at your photos on the internet earlier: you concentrate a lot on Lori’s pussy and ass, I would like to go more for her entire body, maybe give it an artistic touch using different ways to light her, a spotlight usually works very well, highlighting certain parts of the body while the rest is left in the shadow. Now is the time to reveal yourself Lori, but please take it slow. Let me give you some seventies sphere music to put you in the mood.”
The music inspired her as she moved her arms first above her head and then slowly started to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing her perky boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra, clearly, a seventies flower power child, so no elastic pressure marks on her upper body. For a 56-year-old woman that had had two children, as they’d told me, she looked stunning. Cute light brown perfect-sized areolae with slightly darker and very hard pointy nipples, giving away the aroused state she was getting into, no piercings nor tattoos; I immediately fell in love with her body.
She seemed to go into some sort of self-induced trance, her hands going over her tits, pinching her nipples, making them bigger and harder. While swaying to the music her hands moved over her adorable, piercing-free navel and abdomen towards the button of her jeans. She undid the fastening, opening her jeans and giving the first hint of her bush, allowing me to see the carpet matched the drapes while proving she was a natural brunette with a slight touch of ginger. She turned her back to me, keeping her legs straight while sliding her jeans down past her buttocks, giving me the first glimpse of her pussy. I just loved this woman, no panties or anything, not a mark on her body. By spreading her buttocks, she gave me the best possible view of her snatch, at the same time demonstrating her arousal, with the moisture forming on her pussy lips. That should result in some good photos. I was shooting away, first capturing her progress towards total nudity and later her arousal. As she slowly turned around I had a full-frontal view of her stunning pure natural body. It’s rare these days to see women in their most natural unaltered state with a full bush. Although, if I am honest, I did have a few others in front of my lens over the past few months.
“Could you please lie on the floor Lori, stretch out completely, and make yourself as long as you can. You can cross your feet and hands if you wish, I want to try some special lighting effects on you.”
As she lay down, I began playing with spotlights, illuminating certain parts of her body, while other parts were shaded, trying to capture her natural beauty. Even lying down, her boobs remained perky, and holding her arms stretched certainly helped. As I didn’t have a good idea of what specific part of the female anatomy Mel was most interested in, we tried some other poses: on her stomach, concentrating more on her buttocks, and lying on her side, bringing the enticing curve of her hips forward. The most important part of my job was to make women look as beautiful as possible in a photo.
“OK, I think Mel could help now. I would like to create a special effect Lori, by smothering your skin with oil and we have the perfect person here to apply that oil on your skin.”
Handing over a bottle of massage oil to Mel, he began applying it to his beloved Lori, clearly enjoying himself. I put a big sheet of clear plastic on the white backdrop I had pulled down earlier with a big portion over the floor, creating a completely white environment to photograph Lori in. Mel was very dedicated to massaging his wife, making sure her boobs and pussy were very well oiled, even enticing an occasional moan from Lori’s lips, as I saw him push a few fingers in her already wet cunt.
“Maybe, you’d better take your clothes off as well Mel - we don’t want them ruined by the oil. Don’t worry about getting oily yourself, you can both take a shower when we’re done. Don’t be shy, arouse her as much as you wish Mel; there is nothing more beautiful than an aroused woman. It makes for great pictures. You too Lori, don’t be shy, make your husband hard with your hands it will look much better when he’s in the photos a bit later. I did understand you wanted some action photos too didn’t you?”
“Yes we would, it’s so much easier than working with a tripod and remote trigger.”
“Excellent, we’ll get to the couple action in a short while, but for now I would like Lori back on the floor, playing with herself, rubbing more oil over her body, and if you don’t mind Lori some masturbation maybe?”
“I don’t mind one bit, I love to masturbate, especially when Mel is watching me, when he is playing with his cock, it excites me even more, especially now, knowing that two hot men are watching me. You don’t mind do you, Lew?”
“No, absolutely not, how could I not love seeing a beautiful woman masturbate and have fun? Please don’t let me or the camera stop you.”
Lori didn’t need any more encouragement to start playing with her tits and pussy. She quickly started moaning with 3 fingers pumping away in her pussy, while her other hand was clawing at one of her boobs, also pinching the nipple and pulling it out, stretching her boob. When she got tired of that, her hand moved to her butt, trying to slide a finger into her anus. All the while she looked into Mel’s eyes as he slid his hand over his cock. I had a feeling the two of them would be going at each other in a very short time, and I was right. Lori moved on her back, sticking her legs in the air, opening them completely while beckoning Mel.
“Yes, Mel go for it, fuck her, make her cum!” I shouted with enthusiasm.
That was all the encouragement Mel needed to jump his wife’s bones, sliding his cock in one go, entering her slippery, dripping cunt, and fucking her as if his life depended on it. I kept encouraging them to have fun while taking pictures in rapid succession. Soon they tired of missionary and moved to doggy with Mel attacking Lori’s ass, which due to all the oil they both had on their bodies was really easy. Lori seemed to be looking for something and when she spotted me, she beckoned me with her finger.
“Take your pants down Lew I want to suck your cock!”
“Are you sure? How about Mel would he appreciate that?”
“We’re swingers, Lew. Lori loves it and I love it too because it makes her so much hotter.”
At first, I was not convinced as I’m not into seducing or fucking married women but Lori insisted again with her come here finger movement. I was seriously aroused, sporting a full-blown raging hard-on by now having watched Lori’s striptease revealing her enticing body, and then the two of them going at it like rabbits. I put the camera aside, I’m sure they didn’t want any pictures of my cock and it would be too tricky anyway to do both.
I took off my pants and boxers and took up a position in front of Lori’s face, bringing my cock to her wide-open mouth and shoving it in. It felt heavenly, she attacked with her tongue, pressing my cock against the roof of her mouth while licking the underside. That woman knew how to suck cock. I’m not big enough to make her gag, but I did hit the entrance of her throat, getting her to make some gurgling noises. When my dick was really hard and slippery from her saliva, she pulled back, telling Mel to lie on his back, while keeping his rod inside her anal canal.
When achieved she looked me in the eye and said, “This pussy needs a cock, your cock Lew, I want to feel yours inside me together with Mel’s.”
You know me, always ready to please the customer, especially when the customer asks me so nicely, so to keep my shirt clean, I ripped it off and dropped down on my knees, letting her grab my cock to guide it into her flowing cunt. I started to pump away, and she helped, her hands pushing on my butt every time I thrust. It was again a strange feeling going in to feel another man’s cock indirectly through the fleshy walls separating both very sensitive channels.
I felt Mel’s hand move between Lori’s and my abdomen in search of her orgasm trigger. It didn’t take too long before Lori’s pussy clamped down on my cock, her body going completely rigid, arching her back, pushing my cock even deeper into her inner sanctum inching her and my orgasms to boiling point. Both of us however were beaten by Mel who was first to cum, pumping her ass full of his hot cum, growling and grunting deep in his throat.
Lori was next announcing her orgasm in a very vocal way, shrieking and squealing and ending with whimpers of pleasure erupting from her lips. That only left me. As the last one to join the fuck party it took me a little while longer to reach my peak. Lori picked up quickly as I kept on pounding her, that’s the big advantage of women, they can slide from one orgasm into another without batting an eye. Not in this case, Lori’s eyes were batting like crazy as she reached another peak, again shouting at the top of her voice.
“Oh God yes, yes this is heaven, I’ve died and gone to heaven ooooh yes aaaaah, fuck, fuck, YES CUUUUUUUMING!”
Her thrashing about and shouting was what made the dam break, inundating her cunt with spurt after spurt of my hot sticky jizz.
“In my mouth, my mouth!” she yelled, “I wanna taste you!”
Quicker than lightning, I pulled out of her snatch, moving up so that the last few spurts ended up straight in her wide-open mouth. Seemingly not fully satisfied she grabbed my cock, keeping it in her mouth while sucking on it like a top-of-the-range vacuum cleaner, her cheeks hollowed by the suction, trying to extract the very last drop of cum I had to offer. When everything had gone, she fell, totally relaxed on top of Mel, who was still embedded firmly in her ass.
I looked at both of them and all three of us burst out laughing.
“Wow that was good; what am I saying that was out of this world,” Lori said with a huge smile on her face. “I could never in my life have imagined something like this would happen to me today.
“Believe me Lori, neither could I barely two hours ago,” I said with an even bigger smile on my face. “I was only going to take some pictures of a gorgeous nude woman, but I could never have imagined I was going to be allowed to fuck her as a bonus. Thanks, Lori, thanks Mel for inviting me to play with you guys. Now if we want to make it in time for dinner, we need to get cleaned up. I think we know each other now well enough to take a threesome shower. Please join me in the big shower in my apartment, it will be much nicer up there than here in the dressing rooms.”
I was right in pushing them. The joint shower took another half hour, with Lori sandwiched between Mel and me, both of us alternately enjoying her front and her back as she kept turning around getting washed and washing us. With just ten minutes to spare, we left for the Deerhunter, making it just in time for our 8 o’clock booking. As they’d been in Belgium before they knew what to expect from our Belgian cuisine. I suggested letting the chef do his thing, assuring them they would not be disappointed, and they weren’t. The conversation went very well, but that was to be expected with Americans, especially with such liberated Americans as they were. We got to talk about their travels around the world and what they had experienced with sex in the different countries they had visited, from a very liberated Holland to very strict Middle Eastern countries.
Mel was telling me about their trip so far, the ‘Europe in 14 days’ tour.
“The tour we are on is rather cheap. We think they sell the tour at cost and then make money selling expensive excursions, but we are not buying them, as we’ve already been to all the touristy places here. We just bought the tour to get cheaply from one place to the other while we do our own thing. Besides, the tour guide sucks: what he is telling everyone during the transfers from one city to the next is absolute bullshit. He clearly hasn’t even bothered to read up on the subject, so we sort of pissed him off by commenting or setting him straight. We also guess he makes most of his money by selling the excursions and he’s not making a penny off us, so you can imagine we’re not exactly on his top 10 list of favorite travelers. He already made us feel it during his narration, hinting about very antisocial elements on the tour and that’s us. There was no obligation in the contract to buy anything on the tour so to hell with him. We’ve had a blast doing our own thing and I’ll be honest today topped everything we’ve done so far.”
Lori seemed anxious to tell her story as well so I focused on her.
“When we were in Paris, we revisited the place we had our first SM experience,” Lori said. “It was great seeing some old friends back again. Have you had any experience in the world of Bondage or SM?” she asked me.
“You may not believe it, but this afternoon, when we were taking the photos you were posing and playing on top of a BDSM facility.”
“Noooo! Were we? No, you’re kidding aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not, I lease the cellar under my studio to the local BDSM club and I am their designated photographer.”
“No way! Are you?” Mel said with huge eyes, clearly having difficulty believing me.
“Yes on both accounts.”
“Oh, can we visit?” Lori said getting all excited.
“That I’ll have to check. Normally, Tuesday night is club night, they have an open door in the evening on the first Saturday of the month, but on Tuesdays, I’ll have to ask Tanja.”
“Tanja?”
“Yes, she’s the owner and president of the club and has the final say if a non-club member is allowed entrance on club nights.”
“Could you please ask her, if there is a fee to be paid we’ll gladly pay it, even if it’s the club’s annual membership fee. We love to visit BDSM clubs all over the world. Please, please make the call Lew!”
“OK I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee anything. Tanja is a tough cookie to convince, but I always say, ‘No is a given, a yes is a possibility’.”
“That’s an excellent motto, we abide by the same one.”
I dialed Tanja’s number, hoping she’d hear it in the club and wasn’t too busy flogging or torturing someone.
“Hello, Tanja’s clubhouse.”
“Hi Tanja, Lew.”
“Yes, Lew.” She replied sounding a bit annoyed by my interruption of whatever she was doing.
“Tanja dear, I have a favor to ask you.”
“Again,” she said with a chuckle.
Thank God she was in a good mood anyway, so I pressed on before my luck ran out.
“I have a friendly American couple visiting and as they’re on this European tour going to a different country every day they’re only here for the day. They’re swingers, have appeared in porn movies, and are fervent BDSM lovers, and we were wondering if, exceptionally, you could allow them entry on a club night. They’re willing to pay any entrance fee you require.”
“Can you vouch for them?”
“Yes Tanja, they were so excited when I told them about the cellar, they also told me they visited with BDSM friends in a Parisian club; they were members there a few years ago.”
“OK you can bring them, but if anything happens which is not correct, you will be the one facing the consequences!”
“I can assure you nothing will go wrong Tanja. Thank you, we’ll be there in about half an hour when we’ve finished our dinner.”
“We’re in!” I said with a big smile.
Lori jumped up, clapping her hands all excited. Shortly after, the chef came to the table as tradition requires, to see if everything was to our satisfaction and to accept our compliments, also a tradition. Half an hour after the call we were back where we started, at my place. This time we took the back entrance; Tanja was already waiting for us.
“So these are your American friends Lew, welcome to my club, I’m Tanja.”
“This is Lori and Mel, long-time BDSM lovers, anxious to see your clubhouse, Tanja.”
They paid the agreed entry fee and walked in, at first a bit unassuming, but as they proceeded they began to point out certain contraptions and setups to each other, getting more and more excited.
“OK kids, this will be your play garden for the rest of this evening, you can play with any of the toys that are not occupied, but don’t get involved with anybody else but me, please. I’m gonna have a chat with Tanja.”
“Great, oh I want to play doctor, see they have a gynecology chair and all the instruments, you know how I like my pussy played with.”
“Before I forget, anything you use, instruments, floggers, clamps, you name it, you put it in the box next to the contraption after use. Everything that’s been used will be sterilized afterward. You are 100% protected.”
“That’s a kind of service we encounter too rarely in this type of facility,” Mel said.
“Tanja runs a tight ship; the slaves take care of everything and if something is not to Tanja’s satisfaction, they are punished harshly - you wouldn’t want that to happen to you, believe me. So now go and play, and if you want me to, I’ll take some pictures.”
“Oh yes, Lew please take lots of photos, for us to remember this unbelievable day.”
I left them to their games to have a chat with Tanja but kept an eye on them, as I wanted to document their games as they had requested. Lori quickly shed all of her clothes and took up a position in the chair. Stepping immediately into character, Mel donned one of the doctor coats, hanging a stethoscope around his neck while looking appropriately serious as he went over the different instruments laid out on the table. Lori had put her legs into the stirrups, her thighs spread wide open, ready for anything Mel had in mind to do with her body and pussy.
He started with the stethoscope, sliding it over her boobs and abdomen, pretending to check carefully if she was still alive, I guess, enticing small giggles from her. He proceeded to tap her abdomen with his finger on top of his other hand lying flat on her stomach. He clearly remembered what a doctor usually did to his wife during a real exam. The next thing he picked up was a Wartenburg wheel with 7 pinwheels, not exactly a doctor’s usual instrument for an exam, but still, it was all make-believe. He applied it to her skin, starting with her shoulders and arms. Then he moved on to more sensitive areas like her tits, going over her areolae and nipples, pressing just that little bit harder there to make her feel the sting, and enticing a squeal from her mouth. Moving down over her abdomen he bypassed her pussy moving to the inside of her thighs, then all the way down to her feet, once they’d gotten his full attention the grand finale with the instrument in question, was reserved for her pussy lips, ending with a rollover of her clit, enticing a clear yelp from her other lips.
Now that he was focused on that part of her body, the next thing he picked up was a speculum which he swiftly inserted into Lori’s waiting, by now very wet pussy. When I saw what he was about to do I joined them to take pictures of Lori’s wide open vaginal cavity. She gave me a big smile and a thumbs-up. Mel poked around a bit in her vagina, pretending to perform a thorough exam, spraying her pussy profusely with water out of a bottle, and cleaning out all the remaining spunk I had put there earlier that day.
After removing the speculum he began fingering her snatch with one of his gloved hands, shortly thereafter intruding a finger from his other hand into her anus, then wiggling both of them around and making her squirm in the chair. When he saw Lori approaching orgasm, he replaced his pussy finger with a magic wand and his anal finger with a small vibrator. But just before she exploded, he stopped, ignoring her protests. He knew she preferred the real thing by far, and shoved his wiener in her desperate cunt, enticing whimpers of pleasure from her other lips, quickly bringing Lori to a body-shaking orgasm. I had taken all the photos I thought they would like and returned to Tanja, leaving Lori to recover and Mel to find something else to do.
“Hey Tanja, has Bethany contacted you yet about the paintings you wanted?”
“No, I haven’t asked her yet.”
“I mentioned it to her when Linda and myself were trying to convince her to go for an exhibition in the studio.”
“Oh, and did you succeed in convincing her?”
“Yes, it took a while and some pressure but we succeeded, and that’s when I mentioned to her you would be interested in getting some paintings for the club.”
“What pressure did you use? Maybe I need to do the same to convince her to do these paintings for me.”
“All I can say is that the pressure we used was sexual, based on orgasm deprivation.”
“You brought her to the edge and then stopped, that’s cruel, did she cave in quickly, or did it need multiple stops?”
“It did take a few stops before she caved, but then her reward was so much better.”
“I can imagine, would she be up for some BDSM play to convince her do you think?”
“No, we toyed with her here in the cellar and she admitted she enjoyed it but wants to keep it to this one-time experience, so I don’t think you will get anywhere offering BDSM play. Anyway, she did seem to be intrigued by the idea of painting BDSM scenes, so you’d better ask her soon before she changes her mind or is too busy with her exhibition.”
“I’ll do just that, thanks for the heads-up Lew, I think you’d better take another look at your guests, they seem to have found another way of enjoying themselves.”
Turning around, I saw Lori hanging upside down, hoisted up by one of the winches. Her legs were spread wide with her arms just hanging loose, hands just a few inches above the floor while Mel walked around her, a couple of floggers in his hands ready to tickle her hide. From the way he was handling himself, it was clear he’d done this before. He was a master in wielding the floggers in two perfect figure 8 movements, tickling Lori’s bum and back with just the tips. Circling her he managed to hit not only her back but also her boobs, abdomen, and pussy, alternating the hits of almost a caress with a full-fledged hard one.
Lori hung there taking deep breaths every time she was hit full force. Some pink stripes were already clearly noticeable on her body. After every 10 hits, Mel put the floggers down to caress her body with his hands or place a kiss on her pussy, especially after he’d hit it very hard a few times. Lori was responding with aroused moans and mousy little squeaks - looking at her already reddening face she was still loving all of it. Mel had the winch remote in his hand, so he could hoist Lori higher or lower. He brought her up so that her mouth was right in front of his dick which was still sticking proudly and erect out of his trousers.
Lori didn’t need any other invitation, working her magic tongue around the bulbous head of her husband’s dick before sucking it in completely, deep-throating him. As they were in a vertical 69 position Mel responded latching on to Lori’s mound, nibbling on her labia, and pulling at her tender flesh with his teeth. He proceeded to slip his tongue into the sweet crevice of her cunt, splitting her lips apart. Lori growled as he sucked inward taking both of her outer lips into his mouth, holding them tightly with his lips, pulling at them, as he would at her nipples, making them more sensitive. I’d never taken such hot photos before in my life. I was happy I’d put a big memory card in my camera, not that I would run out, as I had some stashed away in the drawers of the control table for security.
Mel pulled his cock out of Lori’s mouth before he came, wanting some other games before he shot his load. The show they’d put on had drawn quite a crowd, the members were always interested to see what newcomers or visitors would get up to.
Mel walked back to the table with the floggers and paddles and picked up a cane. That would hurt a lot more than the floggers he’d used up till now, I wondered how Lori was going to take it. He started with light taps on Lori’s bottom, warming her up for the big one, which came fairly quickly, no mousy little squeak this time but a loud howl came from Lori’s lips. As proof of the seriousness of the hit, a red stripe appeared immediately on her buttocks, Mel moved to her front tapping her boobs in the same way, followed again by a serious strike across them, resulting in an even harder yell. I got a bit worried, but looking at her face, which was blood-red from her inverted position, I saw a smile appear. Not satisfied with the cane, Mel grabbed a black leather paddle with a little heart shape cut out at the end and began applying it to Lori’s butt.
As usual, he started with light taps, getting harder and harder, until he hit her with full force. Lori cried out after the last hit, tears running down her face, but still smiling. Her bum was now really getting dark red. I handed a bottle of oil to Mel, which he immediately started to apply profusely to Lori’s butt. He handed the bottle back and began lowering Lori back to the floor, undoing the straps that held her ankles and feet to the spreader bar he’d used to hoist her up. After she got up, he held her tenderly in his arms placing feather-light kisses all over her face and mouth, which drew small applause from the crowd following their games.
Both smiled and even took a bow, after which Mel scooped Lori up in his arms and carried her to the sex swing, I presumed for the grand finale. Once he had Lori installed he began to seriously fuck her, enticing high-pitched cries of pleasure from her mouth. Judging by his facial expression it wasn’t going to take very long before he pumped Lori’s pussy full of his hot cum. I saw him arching his back pushing his cock as deep as it would possibly go into Lori’s cunt as his orgasm filled her cunt to overflowing, with his thick creamy jizz. Lori was already on overload, and that was all it took to make her explode.
When both of them came out of orbit, he looked at me, with a question in his eyes about where to go now. I suggested he pick her up in his arms and then guided them to the dressing room, where he laid Lori on the bed.
“That was awesome, I never expected to find such a place as this and certainly not under your photo studio; thanks for taking us.”
“It's my pleasure Lori, Mel, you amazed me with all your travel stories and your lifelong open lifestyle and I thoroughly enjoyed this unbelievable afternoon and evening with you. Let me get Lori’s clothes and then maybe it’s time I take you to your hotel to get some shut-eye before you move on to your next country tomorrow, or actually later today, as it’s already past midnight. Oh and please do give my regards to your favorite tour guide.” I said with a chuckle and a wink.
When Lori had dressed again, they said their goodbyes to Tanja thanking her for allowing them to get to know and use her adult playground, but not before they’d made some purchases in Tanja’s shop of toys. Needed for use during the remainder of their trip through Europe, they said.
I took them to their hotel, only a 15-minute drive away, allowing me to get back at a more or less reasonable hour and get some sleep myself.
Thinking back over the day, I wondered if I’d get any other earth-shattering adventures during the rest of the week, and I later found out that I wouldn’t be disappointed. One thing I needed absolutely to take care of was a call to Catharina, informing her I wouldn’t be home for my birthday.