The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories
"The bikini top's kind of... restrictive. Might photograph better without it."
Mark's breath caught. "Yeah?"
"Dante...." Jessica started, but her protest was weak.
"Just for the art," Dante said smoothly, his fingers already working the string at her back. "Trust me, it'll look better."
The bikini top fell away, and Jessica's hands instinctively came up to cover her breasts.
"No, no," Mark said quickly, his mouth dry. "Don't cover up. This is... this is perfect. Very natural. Very artistic."
Jessica slowly lowered her hands, her nipples hard peaks, and Mark snapped photo after photo of his topless wife pressed against another man.