She gazed at the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Even in the harsh florescent light, she found herself to be desirable. Her jet black hair, cascading down her shoulders. Her almond shaped eyes, looking back at her. Her breasts, oh, her breasts, how she loved to touch them, and have them touched. Even now her fingers caressed one, gently twisting the nipple, sending a jolt of sensation through her lithe body. The mirror image stopped just above her bikini line, her flat tummy revealed to her. her other hand, not occupied with her breast. caressed her belly, the taut firm skin she worked so hard to keep. Her hand wandered lower, out of sight of the mirror. Seeking a more intimate place.
There, she thought, yes right there. mmm...
She was already very aroused, her husband used that coarse term "wet". She raised her fingers to her lips, and sampled herself.
Yes she thought a change in diet has done me good, very good.
"Lisa, are you ready?" her husband's voice called from the other room.
She smiled into the mirror and moved into the suite.
"Do I look ready?", she asked.
"oh yes... oh you do."
She wrapped herself around him, " I still don't believe you're doing this for me", she purred.
"we talked about it for a long time, and it's been a fantasy of yours since before you knew me."
His eyes found hers. "It's what you want .... right?"
"God yes"
He looked around the room and moved to adjust the camera at the foot of the bed. There were 3 more just like them positioned around the bed. Each one had it's own remote control dolly mechanism. Someone sitting at the control panel could perform any camera operation on any of the cameras. Tilt, pan, zoom, all of the tools were available. He had tested it out earlier.
She had laid on the bed and masturbated for him. She had never been so aroused, and had never came so forcefully.
And he got it all on tape.
He was surprised by the strength of her orgasm, he'd never seem her cum quite that way before.
All the cameras seemed to be ready. He had her get up on the bed and tripped the remote. All four cameras rotated to where the body heat and motion was.
They were both impressed.
A knock at the door gave them both pause. Their guests were arriving.
He opened the door and admitted the three chosen guests.
Guest number one was a tall muscular man of color. He was as black as coal and his skin was flawless.
Guest number two was a caucasian man, whipcord thin, the prototypical Marlboro man.
Guest number three was a voluptuous red headed woman.
The three entered the room without a word and began to undress.
The black man had his back to her as he disrobed. She could see the muscle tone in his back, buttocks and legs. His skin fairly rippled. And when he turned to face her she gasped.
He was without body hair. His pate had been shorn smooth, His chest was as if solid ebony. And his cock, shaved smooth of all hair...
"my god, it's not even hard.", she thought to herself. She had never seen one quite like it. So dark and heavy.
His cock hung between his legs, seeming to slowly grow and twitch with his arousal. The dark head peeked out from his foreskin, and his large balls hung loosely beneath.
She drank him in. He was gorgeous, she thought.
The Marlboro man had also disrobed. He revealed to her a body worn well, yet strong and supple. Tan lines marked his skin where clothing covered him as he rode the range. A small amount of hair graced his chest, and his ass was slim and firm. His circumcised cock hung long and thin, growing as he looked her over. His public hair revealed and yet concealed his full nut sack.
The woman was the last to disrobe. She had watched the two men peel, and the look in her eyes was predatory. They revealed hunger, seeking prey. Her clothing slipped from her body revealing soft white skin, some freckles and curves. Her bosom was full without being huge, there were no straight line is her form only smooth graceful skin from ankle to calve to thigh to buttock to tummy to breast to chin. From head to toe a voluptuous woman. And she knew it. She turned to face Lisa and revealed a smooth hairless sex.
Lisa trembled a bit in anticipation of what lay in store for her.
Her gaze went from person to person in the room, she realized that she was now committed to this and it drew her up short. Her breath shuddered from her lungs. God, she thought, can I really be doing this?
Her husband had already moved to the console where he would control the recording aspect of her adventure. She could see the cameras tracking the movements of each person in the room.
She decided to make the first move. She went toward the black man, and she grasped his cock in her hands, measuring it's girth, weighing the potential stored away in his growing sex. She could feel it pulsing in her hands, firm and hardening, alive with desire.
"what you gonna do with that?", he asked her, his dark eyes focused upon her.
"I want to feel it," she whispered,"In my hands, my mouth, and deep inside me."
