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vulnerable….anticipating.

I was completely naked at this point. Except for a bow tie around my neck. It was the only part of my movie night costume that I could realistically have on until this first step was completed. But I knew getting dressed for the party would not take very long. There wasn’t much that I would be wearing anyways.

Now Lily came up behind me. My hands were still planted firmly on the bed, but I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of what Lily was about to do to me. I could feel my balls starting to tingle as they were filling up. The blood was racing to my groin, and I could feel my cock starting to get hard and twitch involuntarily with excitement as my mind raced about what was about to happen.

Lily opened the lube, pouring a generous quantity on to her fingers. Then, without saying a word, she began applying it to me. I felt the warm fluid running between my ass cheeks as she massaged the silicone lubricant around my waiting hole. She has such a tender touch. I could feel my stomach starting to turn to knots thinking about her behind me.

Lily broke the silence. “Are you as excited about this evening as I am? I can’t believe we are going through with this fantasy that we have been thinking about, planning and working on for so long. It almost feels surreal.”

“Yes”, I replied. “I am excited, nervous and …. Dare I say it, proud of where we have taken our vision. And it is very special that….. “

As I was replying to Lily, it was at that point that she slid a finger into me. I could feel the lubricant coating the inside of my channel while she slowly worked her finger back and forth, sliding in and out of me in a slow rhythm. I could not finish my sentence as I collapsed forward on to the bed. Raising my ass more and reaching back with my right hand to pull my ass cheeks farther apart for her.

I could hear the lube making a sloshing noise as she worked it deeper in to me. Lily was being indulgent at this point, but I was enjoying the feeling of being penetrated. The superficial discomfort and feeling that my stomach was in knots was being overpowered by the sensations that Lily was providing, coming ever closer to my prostate.

Then I felt the emptiness as her finger left me. “Good boy.”, Lily said. “You are doing very well. Here comes the real thing.” And with that I felt the coldness of the metal against my skin as Lily pushed the plug head in to me.

I felt my asshole expand as the bulb entered me. The feeling of fullness and penetration settled down a bit as it came to rest. I took a deep breath, gasped slightly, stood up and turned to Lily who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Do you have any idea how much I love doing that to you?” She said as I took a few steps toward my clothes that were laying on the bedroom chair, allowing the plug to settle in. “I do think you get some sort of erotic pleasure from putting things into my asshole.”, I replied. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the experience. “ I then put on a cock ring and slipped on the black leather bikini briefs that would be important for the latter part of the evening.

“As much fun as we could start having right now, we need to get dressed and make sure the caterers are all set up and ready to go.” Lily said. “Everyone will start arriving in less than an hour!”

And with that, Lily and I finished putting on the very special, if somewhat limited, attire that we had prepared for this evening. This was going to be fun!

The concept for the evening’s soiree started about six months earlier. It didn’t really have a starting point and an ending point. Ideas and situations evolved until we got to where we are that evening.

Lily and I are far from the first people to have the desire to record their love making, sexual experiences and out right fucking activities on video. It is a desire of many people who want to be able to have a visual memory of these fantasies that they can revisit time and time again. For others it is the sense of exhibitionism. That they can record their most intimate activities and post them online for the world to see. I understand the turn-on of having other people watch you and knowing that people are masturbating to US is a huge turn on for Lily and me. We really wanted to be able to post a recording of us out there on the internet for others to view and enjoy.

But the reality is that Lily is an executive running a division of a Tier 1 automotive company. It simply wouldn’t work to have Lily’s face and body out in the world for others to see.

That is when we came up with the idea of hosting a very intimate party for just a few friends at our house where we would do a “World Premier Viewing” of our very own adult film. This situation would allow us to control who sees the video, not release it to one of the many pornographic hosting websites available, and still allow us to have the thrill of making our own movie and having others watch. But the added turn on is that we will be in the room with our guests, watching people watch us on the screen, in our very own home!

There aren’t many people in the world that you would let you see naked. Let alone deep in the throes of lovemaking. But after some thought, we came up with a small list of friends who we knew would not only support our efforts but would encourage and enjoy as well. Now these five people were all on their way to our house for what would be an evening like no other we have had before.

As Lily and I thought long and hard about what we could do to make the evening special. Let’s face it, we have all watch amateur porn, and a 12.5-minute video may not keep everyone attention and it isn’t a long period of time to base an entire evening’s entertainment around. So, we came up with a pretty creative idea.

Since it is a “World Movie Premiere”, we have asked everyone to dress formally like they will be walking the red carpet. But with a twist. The invitation read:

Attire: This is a black-tie affair

Please dress as If you will be seen on the red carpet

The host and hostess for the evening will be in formal, but “revealing” attire

Please be prepared to disrobe to your sexiest undergarments at the host’s request

It was no secret to these five guests what the party was all about. But letting them have some skin in the game, literally and figuratively, we hoped would add to the overall fun and titillation of the evening.

Everyone returned their RSVP very quickly, so we knew that our friends were as anticipatory about the evening as we were.

The big day had finally arrived. I paced around the house, making last-minute checks as I would for any party. However, doing so in my current attire was a first for me.

For my wardrobe for our “World Premiere Gala”, Lily and I had picked out a red and black paisley tuxedo jacket that I had in the back of my closet that was very cool and gave me an aura of sexiness and devilishness. But given the nature of the event, I chose not to wear a shirt at all under the jacket just having a bow tie around my neck. I picked out a pair of very form fitting leather motorcycle pants with a double zipper in the front. One on each side of my crotch. These double zippers would make it very easy to get the pants off when the appointed time came.

I made one last pass through the family room to check the connections to the TV from the laptop that we would be using to show our very special “home movie” in just a few hours. I was picking up a clump of cat hair and knocking dust bunnies off the mantle when Lily came out from the bedroom.

My heart stopped and that tingling sensation in my pants started up again. She looked amazing. Lily moved into the kitchen to grab a piece of cheese from the charcuterie board, and I took stock of what she was wearing. The corset was the only thing she was wearing as a top. Her tits were pushed up high with the nipples barely still inside the form fitting D-cups. She was wearing a leather mini skirt that covered her black panties that also matched the corset. This was all done very intentionally so that the skirt and underwear could be removed without disturbing the rest of her costume if the evening progressed as we thought it might.

Lily was all about making a statement as well. She had on thigh-high, lace up black boots as well as black gloves that came up past her elbow. But the coup de gras of her ensemble was the black cape with purple lining that she had tied around her neck. So lavish, so over the top, so sexual, so beautiful.

I walked up behind her, grabbed her around the waist and gave her deep, passionate kiss on the neck. “You look incredible”, I said to her. “If the party wasn’t going to begin soon, I would bend you over the island right now.” Lily turned to be so that we were now face to face with that devilish smile on her face and ran her hands slowly down my exposed chest, going the whole way down past my belt and firmly grabbed my balls without breaking eye contact with me. “If guests weren’t arriving soon, I would put on the strap-on and bend YOU over the island.”

We laughed and then Lily and I shared a very passionate kiss. Her hand still firmly on my crotch as I started to explore the curves of her corset when we saw the lights through the window.

The first guests were pulling up the driveway. Lily and I shot each other a glance as we walked to greet them at the front door.

It was showtime!

Andre and Kristina, both in their late 40s, are friends that we know from playing at the Emberfall Hills Golf Club of which we are all members. We met two years ago on a day when there weren’t a lot of golfers on the course. Lily and I were in a very adventurous mood, playing slow as we were making out on the golf cart like a couple of high school kids and feeling each other whenever the opportunity presented itself. I was only wearing a cock ring under my shorts and Lily somehow managed to lose the bottoms under her golf skirt between the sixth and seventh holes. Having a “great round of golf” wasn’t exactly the only thing on our minds.

Andre and Kristina were the twosome following and caught up to us (because we were playing slow… being distracted) and they took notice of our antics. It so happens they are of somewhat of a like mind as Lily and I and, after we took a break at the turn, they asked to join us, creating a foursome.

We accepted. And while we toned down our revelry while with them, they started behaving similarly. Each couple watching the other as the round progressed. We had a few drinks afterwards and decided that we enjoyed each other’s company and then started golfing together on a regular basis. Every time we played, each group pushed the boundaries a little bit more

When we mentioned to Andre and Kristina that we wanted to “make an adult video” on the golf course, they were very supportive of the idea and came up with some creative suggestions for the video shoot that we incorporated.

“Welcome to the Premiere! You are the first ones to get here.”, Lily shouted as we opened the front door to welcome them.

Smiling as always, Andre helped make sure that Kristina safely navigated the few steps up to our front door. Kristina was wearing black patent leather heels that had to be at least four inches tall, so they were both taking their time to ensure Kristina made it into the house in one piece. As she got closer, I could see the tell-tale red sole that indicated they were Christian Louboutin.

“I can see you are wearing some very special shoes for the occasion. Thanks so much for coming. It is really important to us that you have been so open to help with our ‘little project’ and that you came out this evening.”, I said.

As we were standing in the doorway, I could see Kristina and Andres eyes scanning us. And Lily in particular. We have been around each other a lot and had some playful times on the golf course, but they have never seen us with as much skin showing as we are right now.

I could feel my butterflies churning up and I could sense Lily was having a bit of nervousness as well.

Andre was trying to divert his eyes to keep from outright staring at Lily, which I appreciated. But I also knew that he would be seeing more of her soon enough.

Kristina’s smile grew wide. “We wouldn’t have missed this for anything. Andre and I have been thinking about this night ever since we got the invitation. It is so exciting. We love that you guys went through with the video, and I can only imagine what you have planned for us tonight. I am sure it will be something…. Exotic.”

“And erotic!” Added Andre. The four of us had a chuckle at that last statement as we were all working through the butterflies. “May I take your coats?”, I asked.

And with that Lily stepped behind Kristina and accepted her overcoat as Kristina slid it off her shoulders. I was momentarily speechless. Even though I have known her for several years, I have never seen her body like this.

Kristina was wearing a red “dress”…. Well, that is the best way to describe it. But it was essentially a very lacy red bra that was attached to sheer, translucent red fabric that clung to her every curve. Although Kristina was nearing 50 years old, she had obviously been taking very good care of herself.

Under the red, see-thru fabric of the dress she was wearing red panties that we very high cut up above her hips. The dress somehow managed to keep all her most intimate parts covered yet was so revealing as well. It left little to the imagination and yet somehow my imagination was running wild.

Now it was my turn to divert and attempt not stare. I averted my eyes as best as I could to prevent Andre from seeing me looking and Kristina from being self-conscious. But as I turned and looked at Andre, I could tell by the smile on his face that I was too late. He knew what I was thinking and gave me an approving nod.

I looked over to Lily to see if she caught me stares as well. But Lily seemed to be as entranced by Kristina as I was. After Lily neatly folded the overcoat and sat it on the chair behind her, she turned back to Kristian, who was still standing with her back towards Lily. Lily placed her hands on Kristina’s now naked shoulders and graceful stroked them, letting her hands then run down her torso. This allowed Lily to feel Kristina’s curves along the way. Once arriving at her hips, Lily gracefully let her hands leave Kristina’s body. The scene was so sensual and sexy. And we haven’t even made it out of the foyer yet.

Andre removed his overcoat and handed it to me. I was nearly as surprised by his outfit as I was at Kristina’s. But for different reasons. Andre was wearing a hot pink suit. Obviously, tailor fit with a white T-shirt underneath.

“Wow, that suit will certainly catch your eye. And damn near burn out your retinas all at once!” I said, being over dramatic and acting like I was shading my eyes from the bright suit. To be honest, the real reason for the false covering of my eyes was to give me an excuse to stop looking at Lily and Kristina who had now turned to each other and were engaged in a warm embrace. I could feel myself growing inside of my trousers and I wanted it to stop. It was too early in the evening for that.

After hanging their coats in the hall closet, we all moved to the main living room of the house that was located right off the foyer. The scene that I was seeing of Kristina in her red, “barely there” dress and Lily in her black corset with her tits pushed up to the point of overflowing was almost too much to bear. I then noticed another car coming up the driveway.

“You kids try not to do anything crazy while I am gone. And Andre… even if you three are talking about golf, I don’t want to her too much about ‘your diver’!”, I chuckled as I went to back to the foyer to meet our next set of guests so that Lily could keep chatting with Andre and Kristina.

As I came to the door, I could see Owen and Marianna getting out of their Toyota 4-Runner. That car was a very familiar site in our driveway as between the two of them, they have probably been to our house 1000 times coaching us through our varied fitness routines.

I stood in the doorway and watched Marianna get out of the passenger side of the car and Owen come around to join her. It should come as no surprise that as fitness instructors, they both had lean, hard bodies.

While Kristina and Andre both wore overcoats to enter the house, Marianna stepped out of the vehicle dressed and ready for the party. She was wearing a black, sequined pants suit. It fit her body perfectly and one distinguishing fact was that, like me, she wasn’t wearing a shirt under the jacket. Instead, she had a black bikini top that revealed her cleavage as well as her well-defined, rock-hard abs. Not many people could get away with this look. But as someone who works out for a living, it was an excellent choice for her.

Owen and Marianna walked up to the front door to greet me. Their stride and demeanor had a lot more confidence than that of Andre and Kristina. After all, these were two people who had a lot of confidence in their bodies and, as we suspected, were not afraid to show them off.

Owen was wearing a see through, mesh shirt with lacing toward the top that allowed the shirt to be opened a bit more, revealing more of his chest. He was not wearing a jacket and had black leather pants as well. But with his smooth chest and very defined pecs, a jacket just would have covered up his physique. I could see that his nipples were small and already erect as he approached. Lily was going to love seeing him dressed like this.

“It is great seeing the two of you. Thanks so much for coming out to our big day.”, I said as the couple entered the foyer.

“We are very honored to have received the invitation. We know the time and energy that the two of you put in to getting into shape and we can’t wait to see the results unveiled.” Owen replied. “That is a lovely sentiment, Owen”, Marianna added. “But let’s face it! I have been dying to get a look at what these two look like naked! I have been imagining what this night would be like for weeks. And what you are packing under those gray gym shorts you are wearing all the time.”

I must say that I blushed a little bit at Marianna’s words, but we all laughed out loud as I brought them into the living room to introduce them to Kristina and Andre.

At the same time, I was thinking, “Be careful what you wish for Marianna. You just might get it. More than you know.”

The six of us were now assembled in the living room. Introductions were complete and mutual admiration of everyone’s attire was well underway when we heard a banging at the door. “That must be our last guest.”, Lily spoke up as she went over to the front door to let in our final interloper.

Anthony is fresh out of college with a degree in Visual Arts. We had met him about a year prior at a wedding where he was doing the photography and videography. He struck us as a nice guy, honest, with a baby face and a beard that hasn’t quite filled in all the way.

We got chatting with Anthony at the wedding and he ended coming by the house, at our request, a few times to capture some great photos of the interior and the gardens when they were in full bloom. Lily is very proud of the wisteria that she prunes with such care.

When we decided to make the video, he was a logical choice to be the videographer because we knew him well. Plus, since he was freelancing, the amount of money we were going to pay him would be several times what he could make doing the small weddings and graduation photos.

We knew he would be seeing the most intimate of our bodies. But he was innocent enough that we trusted he would give US the only copy when he was done with postproduction. Hence it made sense to invite him to the premiere since this was as much his video as it was ours.

“Come in Anthony. I would love for you to meet all our other lovely guests.” Lily said as Anthony moved from the entry way to join us in the living room.

He was wearing a suit that looked like it came from a Goodwill store. The pants and jacket didn’t exactly match, though there were close in color and had on a plain white dress shirt that still had the creases from where it came out the package. His tie that looked like it had been resurrected from about 25 years ago.

You would think that from attending all the weddings he would have been more “fashion conscious.” But since most of the weddings he shot were in firehalls and backyards, I am not sure he had much experience with nicer attire. Nonetheless, we were glad he was there since he had done such great work in helping us make the video.

Once Anthony had been introduced and everyone had a drink in their hand, Lily grabbed the attention of the room.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. You all look fantastic; we love all of you and are very excited to share with you our very special project that each of you have played a role in helping us with.” This commanded a small round of applause from the guests. Lily Continued. “Although you have met each other, at least briefly, to add to the sense of mystery and fun that Graham and I want for this evening, we have selected masks for each of you to wear for the reminder of the evening. We wanted to channel a little bit of the ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ energy for the evening.”

And with that Lily and I opened the drawer to the sideboard and pulled out seven masks for party to wear. Each one different, but each one exuding its sense of sexiness, style and mystery.

“Please let Graham and I help you put on the masks.” Lily then took three of the masks and walked behind the group of 5 friends that had formed a semi-circle around us and prepared to approach the men, one at a time.

I took two of the masks in order to do the same thing to Marianna and Kristina. Lily and I had discussed and planned this out in advance. We thought that it would be very sexy and sensual to be behind our guests that were the opposite sex as us. Placing the masks on them slowly would give a sense of mystery and even a hint of danger as they would not be able to see what we were doing back there.

Lily’s cleavage was flowing out of the top of her black corset which presented the perfect opportunity to allow her to give the group a hint as to what was acceptable, if not expected, during the evening ahead.

She started with Andre. He is taller than Lily, so it was a bit awkward for her to get too intimate since she had to reach up to reach him. But she was able to quickly tie the mask behind his head and, with a quick kiss on the back of his neck, she moved on to the next male guest.

Owen was a different story. He was not particularly tall, but his muscles were very defined; strong biceps and a great chest accompanied by a six pack that Lily had talked about after a few workouts where she had a chance to check out Owen’s physique.

Lily stepped up behind Owen and tightly tied a black, scalloped cut mask around Owen in a perfect bow. But this was not an opportunity to be missed. I was watching her as, after releasing ribbons of the mask, she reached around Owens strong shoulders and draped her arms over them. This allowed her to feel his pecs that she has seen so many times but never had to opportunity to explore. The mesh shirt that Owen was wearing left little to the imagination as his nipples perked up immediately. Lily grabbed his waist and pulled him back into her, allowing her breasts to be compressed against his back. She smiled and then whispered something into his left ear. I could not hear what she said, but given the deep sigh he released, it was apparent Lily was able to place provocative ideas in his brain. A quick glance at Marianna told me that she was also turned on by the interaction between lily and Owen.

As I was finishing up placing the mask on Kristina, Lily left Owen’s presence and moved behind Anthony. The previous interactions had increased Lily’s sexy mood and now young Anthony was about to become the beneficiary of her playfulness and increasing horniness.

Anthony still had a sense of youth and boyishness about him. And because of this innocence, Lily sensed that she could really get him hot and bothered.

With mask in hand, Lily smiled as she made eye contact with me. She was not looking for approval as much as she was giving me a fair warning that this was about to get very fun.

Anthony stood patient, waiting, wide eyed, preparing for Lily to approach him from behind to apply his mask. But she had a surprise for him, for all of us. The whole room was now watching as Lily walked up IN FRONT of Anthony and smiled wide. It was so fun for the rest of us to watch Anthony struggle to maintain eye contact and not look straight down into Lily’s ample bosom. The game was on, and Lily was winning.

Lily then took a half a step forward pressing her chest against his. She then placed the mask across Anthony’s face and reached around his head to tie the ribbons tightly, never breaking eye contact with Anthony as she made sure that he could feel her breath on his face.

I could see Anthony’s arms, which had been hanging loosely at his side, start to raise slightly, hesitate for a moment as if he was considering his next steps, and then he carefully placed his hands on Lily’s waist. Lily had got the reaction that she wanted and was willing to push it just a bit further. I watched as Lily leaned into him, place her hands on his hips and whisper into his ear.

His shaking hands were still on Lily’s midsection. Then as she whispered something unheard in his ear, Anthony began to explore and gently run up and down her corset, feeling the smooth, silky fabric as well as Lily’s curves underneath.

Lily continued to whisper unknown words into his ear as the intensity of Anthony’s exploration seemed to gain pace. The crowd watched and wondered where this was going. It was apparent that Anthony was enjoying himself greatly and, mustering every ounce of intestinal fortitude, he let himself slide up so that his hands cupped Lily’s breasts. He pushed, fondled and then gave a firm squeeze causing her nipples to become noticeably erect. It was a huge turn on for me and the rest of the guests.

While Anthony was starting to explore her body, Lily knew it was time to show who was really in control of the situation. With his hands still in place on her voluptuous tits, Lily planted a gentle but firm kiss on his lips. Anthony responded by squeezing her more firmly and started to return her kiss.

But in that moment, Lily pulled away by taking a few steps back from Anthony. Still smiling, she silently mouthed the words, “Thank you” to Anthony, looked at me and said out loud “Should we invite everyone into the family room for some entertainment?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea my love. Now that you have set the mood, I am sure that it will be a fun evening for everyone.”

Lily turned and walked toward the arched entrance leading into the family room, the guests following her with a collective current of anticipation swirling between them. The lights were and candles flickered from every corner, casting shadows on the walls. The giant flat-screen on the far end of the room glowed faintly, waiting.

Once everyone was seated on the plush sectional — men and women side by side, thigh to thigh — Lily and I stood in front of the screen. Her corset still hugged her curves with delicious tension, and the light sheen of her skin made it clear that her on earlier teasing had turned her on just as much as everyone else.

“I promised you entertainment,” Lily said, her voice smoky and playful. “This is a little project Graham and I put together recently… with help from someone in this room.”

A few heads turned, puzzled — until she glanced back at Anthony.

He looked slightly nervous, but the proud gleam in his eyes betrayed his excitement. He gave a modest shrug and said, “I did the camera work.”

“Oh, you did much more than that,” Lily said with a grin, and with a press of a button, the screen came to life.

The scene opened on a vast, sun-drenched golf course. The grass was impossibly green, dew glistening in the morning light. Anthony’s camera moved slowly across the rolling landscape, eventually settling on the two of us.

Lily stood in a short white golf skirt and tight collared top, the outline of her braless breasts obvious even in the sunlight. I wore black golf shorts and a polo shirt, though the buttons had already been casually undone. We stood beside a golf cart, flirtatiously close.

“Oh my …” Kristina whispered, already breathless.

The on-screen Lily bent at the waist to retrieve a club from the cart, giving the camera, and everyone watching now, a perfect view of her tight, round ass. The skirt barely covered her, and as the camera zoomed in, it was clear she wasn’t wearing any panties. Though the camera angle didn’t betray too many details, there was a faint glistening off the wetness that was beginning to form between Lily’s legs that was apparent anyone whose eyes had made it farther south than the jeweled plug that was nestled firmly but comfortably in Lily’s ass.

Marianna giggled, but it was nervous, almost shaky. She licked her lips without realizing it, eyes locked on the screen.

****

Anthony had done masterful work with the camera. The zooms, the slow pans, the way he framed Lily’s face when I dropped to my knees and pulled her skirt up to expose her completely smooth cunt. It was artful and intimate. His lens caught every nuance: the subtle tremble in her thighs as anticipation built, the sharp inhale she took when my tongue first met her, the way her fingers curled into the vinyl seat of the cart as her body responded. He captured the flutter of her lashes, the way her lips parted around a gasp, the helpless arch of her back as pleasure rolled through her in waves. Every sigh, every glistening shiver, every twitch of her hips was immortalized by Anthony.

Owen shifted on the couch, clearly trying to discreetly adjust his now rock-hard cock. Lily, watching his discomfort, smiled with satisfaction. Kristina pressed her thighs subtly together, her breath shallow, nostrils flaring. The screen faded to black for just a few seconds while the next scene came to life.

The next scene opened with a slow, steady pan: Lily bent over the hood of the golf cart, her white skirt hiked up around her waist, exposing the full curve of her ass and the soft flush of arousal between her thighs. Her back arched in a perfect bow, fingers splayed and gripping the metal edge of the cart. I stood behind her. Only now I was completely naked from the waist down except for the black cock ring that supported my 8 solid inches of manhood. The camera caught my full hard cock for a few seconds before I walked up behind Lily. My shaft was noticeably twitching in anticipation as I stroked myself a few times for the benefit of the viewing audience before I approached Lily. She adjusted her legs slighting further apart at my approach.

With my hands firm on her hips, I guided my long, engorged cock in to her waiting, dripping cunt. You could hear Lily’s moan and I pushed in deeper, her aching smooth pussy swallowing all 8 inches of me greedily. I started fucking her with a slow rhythm at first, allowing Anthony to move closer to us. He zoomed in on my cock which was now coated in Lily’s juices and was alternately disappearing and reappearing with each long thrust, the ripples of which could be seen echoing across her ass. Everyone watching in the room could now see my veiny shaft coated in the slick white wetness emanating from her.

Lily’s head was thrown back, long red hair spilling over her shoulders, mouth open in a soundless moan caught in the wind. The camera lingered on the curve of her spine as each thrust sent a ripple through her body.

Anthony zoomed out to catch her unconstrained tits strained against her tight top, nipples hard and visible through the fabric. With my hands on her hips, still behind her and thrusting in to her now soaked channel, in one motion I pushed Lily’s white golf shirt up to the point where her now exposed breasts were open, available, swaying with the drilling she was getting.

Birds chirped innocently in the background, a surreal contrast to the raw, primal scene unfolding in front of them. A squirrel darted across the fairway in the distance — the only witness, aside from Anthony’s lens, to our audacious defilement of the pristine green.

Nature didn’t seem to mind our little intrusion. If anything, it seemed to lean in closer, holding its breath with the rest of the room.

On screen, Anthony’s lens was capturing my effort, which was quickly coming to its climax. My face was red and flushed with veins popping in my neck and temples. “I’m coming!”, I half moaned and half yelled.

The camera then widened its angle as, based on my declaration of being near my climax, Lily stood up, allowing my still hard cock to fall free from her. In that one movement, Lily turned and dropped to her knees in front of me, my shaft quickly disappearing down her throat. I knew that Lily was turned on by the taste of her own juices as I watched the white creaminess of our fucking be expertly licked from my member.

With one final cry of exclamation, I exploded in to Lily’s willing mouth. She continued to suck me for a few more seconds. I could see my hot white cum starting to drip out of Lily’s mouth even as she continued to take me deep down her throat. It was in that moment I realized that Lily was not going to swallow. Instead, we saved it for the perfect coup de gras at the end of the video.

In that one final scene, Lily stood up, placed her hand behind my head and proceeded to kiss me, deeply and passionately. As our tongues intertwined and explored, it was apparent to everyone sitting in the room that Lily and I were sharing the exquisite taste of her pussy juice and my cum together. The creamy mixture passing back and forth between our tongues and lips, dripping down our chins as the screen faded to black.

***

On the sectional, no one spoke. The silence was thick, electric, but not awkward.

Marianna’s eyes were wide, her lips parted as she unconsciously traced the rim of her wine glass with one finger, slow and circular. She leaned ever so slightly forward, like if she moved closer to the screen, she could feel what Lily had felt.

Andre, usually cocky and quick to make a joke, sat utterly still, jaw clenched, his eyes locked on the screen like it was a lifeline. One of his hands had disappeared beneath a strategically placed throw pillow.

Kristina’s gaze flicked between the screen and Lily, who now stood confidently before them, radiant and flushed from the reflected heat of her own performance. Kristina looked dazed — not from shock, but from temptation, as though she were working out how much it would take to be invited into the next scene.

Even Anthony, the man behind the lens, seemed affected. Though he tried to stay cool, the way his leg bounced and his eyes occasionally darted to the others revealed just how aware he was of what he’d helped create. He wasn’t just proud of the camera work — he was turned on by the attention, by their reactions, by the knowledge that he'd helped stir something in every single person in the room.

It wasn’t just entertainment anymore.

It was permission.

And the room, thick with the scent of candles and anticipation, was starting to lean toward “yes”.

Kristina gasped softly and pressed her thighs together.

“You filmed this in public?” Andre asked, his voice tight, aroused. “No one saw you?”

“That’s part of the thrill,” I said. “Anyone could’ve come around the bend at any time.”

Lily nodded, running a finger slowly down the curve of her neck. “We weren’t quiet either.”

As if on cue, the screen came back to life again and showed a particularly intense moment where I was kneeling, face buried between Lily’s legs as she sat perched on the driver’s seat of the cart, her back arched, one foot braced on the edge of the seat, the other planted on the dash. Her thighs trembled around my head, parted wide in a display of total abandon. Her hands were tangled in my hair, not guiding but clutching, fingers tightening with each flick of my tongue.

My tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her folds before circling her clit with practiced precision. Then I sucked softly, rhythmically, drawing moans from her throat that were rich and raw, loud enough to carry across the empty course like a dare to the world. Her hips rolled against my face, searching for more, and I gave it to her, pressing in deep, then returning to that sensitive spot again and again, relentless and hungry.

The camera caught every detail: the way Lily’s fingers twisted in my hair as her breathing quickened, the way her hips began to lose their rhythm as waves of pleasure overtook her, the way her head fell back against the seat, mouth open in a breathless cry. Her moans weren’t just loud, they were honest, messy, raw with need. It was the sound of a woman unraveling in real time.

In the room, no one breathed.

Marianna’s hand had moved from her wine glass to her bare knee, fingers splayed wide, nails gently dragging upward across her thigh. Owen’s pillow shifted slightly with the movement of his hidden hand. Kristina was biting her lower lip now, cheeks flushed, eyes darting between the screen and Lily like she couldn’t decide who to want more.

Anthony leaned forward slightly, elbows on knees, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His camera work had made this possible, and now he was as much a participant as anyone. He glanced sideways at Lily, then at me, his breath shallow.

Andre’s hand rested on the back of the couch behind Marianna’s shoulders. He didn’t touch her, but the way his fingers flexed suggested he was imagining it. His eyes were locked on the screen.

And Lily? Lily stood at the front of the room, watching herself with something between pride and nostalgia in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate rhythm. One hand slid along the edge of her corset, fingers grazing the tops of her thighs, teasing the hem.

“This was only the front nine,” she said softly, eyes scanning the room. “We still had a lot of course left to play.”

Someone — no one could tell who — exhaled a soft, desperate “fuck”.

And in that charged silence, the room stopped pretending it was just watching.

It had become part of the story.

Anthony’s camera never wavered. The angle, the light, the sound — everything was perfect. He’d captured not just our bodies, but the chemistry. The heat.

Marianna leaned slightly into Kristina, her hand subtly resting on her thigh. Kristina didn’t move away and in fact imperceptibly spread her knees slightly further apart in response to Mariannas touch.

Andre licked his lips and shifted again, clearly aroused. Owen was practically flushed, his arms rigid at his sides as if he were resisting the urge to reach out.

The film reached its crescendo with Lily on top of me, straddling my hips as we lay on a picnic blanket near the 9th hole. The camera was set directly in line with is so that every person watching could see my balls bouncing with each thrust as my cock was alternately disappearing and reappearing inside of Lily who was now in full control of the action.

With her on top, I had decided to reach around her with both my hands as she continued to ride my big dick and spread her ass cheeks open for the benefit of the camera. My right arm was just long enough that I could stuff my right index finger in to her asshole while she pumped herself on my cock.

The final moment of the scene showed Lily biting her lip, rocking her hips slowly, and then releasing; squirting her warm clear liquid all over my still erect shaft, balls, stomach and drench the blanket below. The perfect ending.

When the screen faded to black, no one spoke.

The silence was thick, humming with desire.

Finally, Lily broke it with a sly smile. “So… thoughts?”

“Holy shit,” Owen said, stunned. “That was insanely hot.”

Marianna turned to Anthony. “You filmed that? You watched them do all that?”

Anthony gave a sheepish grin. “And edited it too.”

“God,” Kristina muttered, her voice low, almost reverent. “I’ve never been this turned on watching a golf game.”

Lily moved slowly behind the couch, her fingers trailing lightly along the tops of shoulders. “Well… golf season is in full swing,” she purred. “And the night is young.”

The room pulsed with energy. Everyone knew: this was only the beginning of the evening.

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