I had just arrived in London having returned from living in the Middle East for a few years and was living Primrose Hill, a leafy enclave nestled between St John’s Wood and Camden Town. I spent a lot of time socialising and getting to know people in my new environment. Primrose Hill has always had something of a Bohemian atmosphere about it, being home to many artists and writers over the years, and has become a particularly trendy bolt hole for for actors, musicians, models and many from the creative world generally. It was a quite intensely hedonistic time for me. Single, with money in my pocket, I was certainly enjoying myself and my new community of friends and acquaintances. A regular haunt was a pub in the heart of Primrose Hill which was always busy and had real buzz about it. I used to be found there most evenings, soaking up the vibe and generally watching the world go by. I had befriended a young middle aged couple, John and Julia, with whom I had quickly struck up a rapport. She worked in the city and he was a partner in a design consultancy. We shared a passion for music, and John and I had a great love of photography. Many an evening was spent chatting over a bottle of wine (or two) before going our separate ways. It was on one such evening that they invited me over to their place. I was new to digital photography and as John worked in graphic design and working with digital images all the time, it was the perfect opportunity for me to get some pointers on how to use my new camera with my computer. There was distinct tension in the air whenever we met. Not an uncomfortable one, it is difficult to explain. It was as though I was being flirted with. Something unsaid. Not blatant innuendo, just a certain ambiguity. I agreed to call around that Friday after work, intrigued by my new friends and eager to discover more. As I stood at the door of the large Georgian terrace I could hear the sound of heals on the tiled hallway. Julia opened the heavy door and greeted me with her usual warm smile. She had also just finished a long week in her office and judging by the large G and T in her hand was in the mood to relax. “Hi Jim. John will be home later but shouldn’t be too long so come on in.” I followed her through the spacious tiled hallway to the lounge. “Fancy a drink?” I thanked her and asked for a vodka tonic. As she walked through to the kitchen to prepare my drink I watched her. Julia is probably around 45 and of average height. This evening she appeared taller in her heels. A well-kept woman looking good for her age, she looked spectacular in her work clothes. A sheer white blouse and fitted skirt stopping just above her knees. Her figure had the fullness that mature women carry so well yet retaining an elegance that younger women struggle to achieve. The fullness of her breasts accentuated by the sheerness of her blouse and the white lace of her bra revealing itself where it touched. She returned with my drink, momentarily breaking my train of thought, but only momentarily. As she placed the drink on the coffee table in front of me she flicked her highlighted bobbed hair from her eyes and caught me briefly gazing at her breasts. I quickly looked away and complimented the pictures on the wall. They were mainly photographs by John, several urban black and white shots and a couple of portraits of Julia. The portraits were not the cheesy wedding style shots but stylishly taken natural light pictures taken candidly but perfectly capturing Julia’s beauty. “Johns passion” she told me, “natural light, and black and white.” “They are very good. Particularly the portraits,” I told her. She sat down at the coffee table and crossed her stockinged legs. Whilst sipping from her drink she told me that John particularly enjoyed photographing the female form, and that she found it quite erotic, not the over the top kind of stuff on the web, tasteful well lit portraits. I agreed, “It is wonderful the way a talented photographer can capture in one image the passions that feed the mind, without resorting to a graphic series of images which tend to look stilted and choreographed.” She was impressed. “A woman does not need titillation like that. Just that special hint of something. It allows space for the mind to explore.” I could only sit and admire this woman. Elegant, mature, and with clear views of sexuality and the power of the mind. My admiration was starting to become obvious as I kept glancing at the crossed legs and the way one foot curled around the calf of her other leg. Again I was snared. A smile crept to her lips as she knowingly let the heel of a shoe slip, leaving the shiny leather dangling from her elevated toes. “What is it that you look for in images Jim? Are you a tits’n ass kind of man, or am I being too open?” “Not in the least Julia. It is usually subtle things that arouse me. Simplicity. The tension a bra causes on a woman’s back. Loose flowing cotton over naked skin.” “All very heterosexual. All very female orientated then,” she interrupted. “Well….” At that point there was the sound of the front door closing. John was back. “Julia. Julia I’m home.” “We are in here,” Julia called. John came into the room carrying a battered messenger bag and wearing his usual denims and a leather jacket over a white T-shirt. “Hi Jim. How goes it? I see Julia is looking after you.” “Good John, very good. How was your day?” I replied. “Oh the usual stuff. Deadlines and more deadlines… Pour me a drink love. We will be through in the study. Come on Jim it’s through here.” John strode back into the hall, kissing Julia fully as he went. I followed him, still partially stunned by Julia’s last comment to me. John’s study was adjacent to the lounge. A sofa sat along one wall whilst a huge desk sat in the opposite bay window. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them pictures of Julia. On the desk sat a powerful looking Mac with a large flat screen. At the desk were a couple of chairs. “Sit down Jim,” John said pointing at one of them. I walked towards the desk whilst taking in the pictures. “So what is it you are having problems with Jim?” John asks me. “Well its mainly Lightroom issues.” “Not a problem any more. I am your man,” he replies throwing his leather jacket over the back of the other chair and firing up the Mac. Whilst this was going on Julia has returned with John’s drink and a top up for me. I cannot help but notice that her blouse has been unbuttoned a little further than it was previously. The angle of her reaching has caused it to gape and reveal. I could only stare, captivated, and uncomfortably aroused. This woman was teasing me to an extent that would become too obvious too soon. “I think I will take a bath John. You boys are OK with that aren’t you?” “Fire ahead babe,” John replied. “We are fine. I am going to work through a few pics with Jim.” John tapped a few keys on the Mac and opened up Photoshop. “So what do you find tricky?” “Well it’s tweaking my pics really. When white is too white and black is too black. No detail, you know?” I replied. “Gotcha. You want to sort out the exposure. I’ll open a few pics and we can play around a bit.” John scrolled through some files and opened up a photo of Julia. I will never forget that picture. It was a waist up shot and all she was wearing was a beautiful white bra. The fullness of her breasts pressing against the fabric. All the while John was telling me technical aspects of the shot and I was not hearing a word. A few clicks later and I was seeing a full frame close-up of one breast. The detail was fantastic. The texture of Julia’s nipple was visible through the lace of the bra. “………You are not listening Jim!” John said loudly. “I am so sorry John. It is just that the pic. is so good…. I was taken away.” “I can see that Jim!” he replied looking down at my crotch. “She’s wonderful to photograph. Let me put on a little slide show for you. Maybe that will get it out of your system!” With that he quickly typed a few commands and immediately the screen darkened and then flickered to life. The pictures changed every ten seconds or so. It was a series of pictures depicting Julia undressing. It was really erotic stuff. Not over the top, just sexy shots of a mature woman. That was until the next photo! The camera view had widened and panned. Two guys were sitting on a sofa naked. Both of them had large erections. What made the scene really provocative was that one of the guys was holding the others cock. It was then that I realised that the guy being held was John! Not only that, it was taken in this very room! My heart was racing and my cock was solid. I looked over at John. To my amazement he was holding his cock luridly through his jeans. As I watched he began removing his clothes, standing and letting his jeans fall to the floor. “You are welcome to join me Jim” he said. “Are you sure John? I mean this seems like a dream” “Just get naked Jim. Not shy are you?” He replied. I responded by simply gazing at John’s now rampant cock. The large purple head was totally engorged and a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I slowly began to unfasten my jeans, letting them fall to the floor and kicked my shoes off. The sudden freedom allowed my cock to fully harden and start bursting through from the tight foreskin. As I removed my T-shirt, in that moment of blindness, I felt a hand on my cock. The T-shirt gone, John was standing close and loosely holding my oozing hardness. As I watched, John gently ran a finger around the head of my cock and caught a dribble of pre-cum. He slowly massaged the juice into his left nipple and then licked his finger clean. Our two cocks were now gently bouncing off each other, duelling and blending the free-flowing fluid. I lowered my head and brought my lips to the nipple, tasting myself. Unbeknown to John and myself, Julia had returned. She was standing by the sofa wearing exactly the same white underwear that she had worn in the pictures. It dawned on me that all of this was a plot. I was a willing participant in a devious seduction that they had schemed, and probably one they had enacted before. Julia slowly sat down on the sofa, and without saying a word lay back and slipped a hand inside her panties and guided a finger to her clit. John took hold of my cock again and led me towards her. Standing at her feet, John pressed me down to my knees by my shoulders. I needed no more guidance. John’s cock was alongside my head whilst I watched Julia’s frantic fingers. I turned my head slowly and took John into my mouth. An almost silent gasp came from Julia as I held John firmly with my lips. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine as I went to work. I perched on the edge of the sofa and slowly but urgently rose up and down on the shaft of Johns cock. Julia’s elbow nudging me as she slid her slender fingers through the wet groove of her pussy. I watched as I sucked on John. His head was thrown back in his approaching orgasm. I took John from my mouth and wanked the solid manhood. Julia had pulled down the fabric of a cup of her bra and was pulling her nipple between her fingers, her other hand still doing their own magic. I could feel the solidness of Johns cock start to intensify, and his balls had tightened. Julia could sense his imminent cum and arched her back to greet it. With a firm long pull on John’s cock I could tell he could hold on no longer. With a deep groan John’s cock erupted, a violent spurt of cum arced through the air and fell on Julia, some on her bra but most on her exposed breast. A second less violent jet landed on her panties covering her busy hand. The remainder of John’s orgasm trickled down my milking hand. Julia reached for my shoulder and pulled me down to her breast. I eagerly started to lick her heavy breast, devouring the cream her partner had deposited. Her thick, hard nipple felt wonderful between my lips. I lifted my head and Julia kissed me deeply, devouring the cum from my tongue. With a gentle pressure she pushed me down to her panties. I could smell her deeply feminine wetness mixed with John’s cum. As my tongue probed her labia John was being fed cum from her mouth. His cock was resting by my cheek, I turned and took his semi erect and oozing cock into my mouth. He was slowly hardening again with my attentions. My head bobbing, I slid the wet panties down Julia’s silky thighs. The wet fabric clinging to one slender foot, she parted her legs. I took John’s cock from my mouth and brought it to Julia’s waiting wetness, running my tongue along one of the lips as I teased her clit with the head of his now solid cock. Julia gripped his waist firmly and pulled, forcing him into her as I guided his thrust. Briefly motionless, John started slowly gliding out then in again, my tongue greeting the exposed length of the shaft. The mingled tastes sent my head spinning. My cock by now had reached the point where it desperately needed attention. I firmly gripped myself and then felt Julia’s hand clutching my wrist and pulling my hand away, only for it to be replaced by her waiting mouth. Hungrily she sucked hard on my dripping hardness whilst John drove deeply. I felt the sear of cum start its inevitable journey. I pulled away from Julia just before I exploded, her mouth pleading for satisfaction. A thick rope of cum flew across her chin and over her breasts, as John continued satisfying the couple’s frantic needs. She threw back her head and arched her back as I reached for her swollen clit, her hands clinging to the sofa as John’s urgency took over. My fingers frantically worked on her, desperately trying to intensify the violence of her approaching climax. She moaned unintelligibly as her whole body began to spasm uncontrollably. With my free hand I massaged her heaving wet breasts, coating my fingers with my seed. I raised my hand to John’s gasping mouth and fed him. This was the trigger for his release. I could feel the shaft of his cock swell against my fingers as he filled her. Julia was shaking as the overwhelming sensation rippled through her body. John collapsed forwards across her, his breathing heavy from his exertions. She clung to him as they came down and I watched on... alone.