Latina Creampie

“Both of you.” “Yes,” I said, “naked and fucking.” He immediately agreed. I quickly taught him use of the controls, then left the room, hoping he’d think I was headed for the bathroom.

Instead, I halted round the corner to spy on him. He took a few pictures of the room, then used the timer to take a picture of himself. When he reviewed the pictures, he discovered a directory named after my wife, a latina creampie directory I’d skipped when showing him our travel pictures.

He opened the directory to discover a picture of my wife standing before a motel mirror, discreetly wrapped in a tiny white towel that hid her breasts and cunt, but emphasized her womanly curves. He glanced about the room, then over his shoulder. I silently stepped back. He neither saw nor heard me. He returned to watch the camera’s LCD screen.

In the oldest photo, my wife was dressed. Our last night in the motel, she tried on a new breast-enchancing bra that increased her cup size from C to D. I was excited about what it did to her profile. As he stepped through the latina creampie photos, she slowly stripped, fondled her breasts, laid back on the bed, showered, dressed in a silky red-and-black negligee. He began to stroke his penis, glancing about to see if I were returning. There followed timed latina creampie photos of both of us as I stripped the negligee from her body, touching, licking, sucking her breasts, thighs, belly and latina creampie cunt.

He stroked himself through his pants more forcefully, and he had stopped looking around fearing my return. As he watched my latina creampie wife lick and suck my cock, he could barely hold the camera still.