Leah's Long Lens: Leah's Lens, #3

By Bridy McAvoy

With Stan coming back for a solo session on his own, Leah is starting to feel the pressure.

When it turns out Stan isn't on his own, the new experiences are mounting up for her.

Will her relationship with Leo survive the strain?

She has a bigger challenge to overcome first, though. Can she get through the Camera Club session without it developing into something more?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: Dec 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223631217

Bridy McAvoy

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.

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Dedication

To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

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The conclusion to Leah’s New Lens

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We were lying in bed together, Leah, nude and still warm and glowing from the shower. She was close beside me, her breasts hanging against my chest with my arm around her, her head propped up on one hand as she looked seriously at me.

Leo, we’ve got a problem, honey.

Oh?

She nodded sombrely and I knew she considered it to be a real problem.

You know Mia has to fly to her mother’s over the weekend, she’s going into hospital for a minor operation and needs Mia to be there. With her away and Owen at work, next week would be clear and we could spring our trap on Owen on the Friday afternoon, right? That was the plan.

I nodded in agreement.

Owen’s been unexpectedly called into work. He’s working the next five days, including Saturday and Sunday.

She looked at me steadily but the penny didn’t drop.

As a result, he’s off all next week, when you and Mia are away.

This time the penny did drop.

That’s right, honey. He is going to be at home all day Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I know he intends on coming round here on Tuesday morning loaded down with equipment and he doesn’t intend on going home again until Friday morning. He doesn’t expect to just fuck your wife – he intends to sleep with me too!

Leah threw her free arm across me, buried her face on my chest and started to sob. I wrapped my other arm around her too and simply held her for a while, allowing the sobs to die away and the tears to stop. After a few minutes she stirred and I let go so she could sit up and half turn to look at me.

I don’t know what to do. Can you get out of your trip next week?

I shook my head. My job entailed me visiting the branch offices the third week in every month and I’d been doing it for two years now.

Sorry, Leah. No chance.

Damn! I don’t want him here.

I tried to calm her down.

It won’t be that bad, honey. Surely you can persuade him to go home in case Mia rings.

The bastard’s already thought of that one. His cordless will reach to here and he’ll have his mobile with him too.

I opened my mouth to speak again but she silenced me with a shake of the head.

It’s worse than that though, honey.

She still looked very upset and I was still clueless as to her problem.

He talked to me a lot over lunchtime about his plans next week and again after he’d finished fucking me in the back of the car.

What exactly are his plans?

He’s not going to keep me to himself, honey.

Well, he didn’t do that today either.

Yeah, but that was only one guy.

You mean he intends on involving another guy?

More than one, Leo...more than one.

You mean like someone different each day?

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew what she was going to say but for some obscure reason I still needed her to actually say it. I could see the pain in her eyes as she bit her lip.

No, honey...I think you know him better than that. He will definitely involve Stan one day, someone else he referred to as Pete on another day, but on Wednesday night...

What’s so special about Wednesday?

It’s the normal meeting night for the camera club. The third Wednesday of every month is Glamour Night. They always have a topless model on that evening.

So, despite being told you won’t go with him to the camera club, he’s still intent on taking you there.

She sighed.

Well, he’s given me a choice.

I frowned, the more I heard the less I liked.

What sort of choice?

I can go with him for the shoot. It’ll be from seven o’clock to ten o’clock and I get to pose for all the club members, but he reckons I’ll probably be able to avoid being gangbanged. Or...

I’d already worked out the other choice.

They all come here, some of them will go home at ten but the rest will stay, and I’m almost guaranteed to be pulling a train.

This is not good. Hang on—you said probably avoid a gangbang?

His exact words were, ‘No model has ever been gangbanged on Glamour Night but then again very few have actually got totally naked and no one has masturbated in front of the camera like you will be doing. I can’t be certain they won’t pounce on you, but I’ll try to keep them in check.’

Ouch.

Leo...?

Hmmm?

I don’t think he really meant it. Maybe the other models have got out of there without having to put out, but I don’t really expect our pervert next door to seriously make an attempt to stop them.

Leah, sweetie...I have to admit the same thing was crossing my mind. I don’t think he’d try to stop anyone touching you either. Once they touched you...

She nodded.

How many men are we talking about?

Are you seriously thinking about letting this happen?

I shook my head and grinned, then saw the expression on her face.

Aren’t you?

She flushed guiltily, and I realised she was actually thinking about it. Leah answered in a quiet voice.

Yes...I’m sorry, darling...but yes I am wondering what it would be like. To take my clothes off in front of so many men, playing with myself in front of them, knowing they were all getting hard, knowing that any minute they would pounce on me—ravish me—fuck me silly.

She hugged me tight again.

Is that so wrong?

That was a loaded question. The Leah of a fortnight ago would never have even considered it—well at least I assumed she wouldn’t. Suddenly I was being forced to re-evaluate my image of my pretty blonde wife.

You didn’t answer my question, honey. How many members are we talking about?

About fifteen, but usually they’re not all there. Owen says it averages about twelve.

So you are going to go and stand there and strip naked in front of twelve men and then masturbate in front of their cameras, effectively inviting them to gang rape you?

It wouldn’t be rape, would it, honey?

That’d be for the jury I suppose.

Anyway, I’d say fifteen, not twelve. You can guarantee Owen will put the word out. If I say bring them here, not all of them will, probably about ten and half of those will leave at ten o’clock, meaning there’d only be five of them left. Owen promised me if I took that option, he’d ensure nothing much happened before the rest left, and five would be easier to handle. Besides it would be in front of our cameras if I did it here.

True and I suppose the numbers will be easier to handle.

She dug me in the ribs and I realised the double meaning I’d not intended.

I didn’t mean it that way.

I know, just wanted to make sure your brain was functioning. Besides that’s not the problem with coming here.

Oh?

Yeah, there’re two problems. Firstly, there would be another ten guys who know I model in the nude and where I live, five or so of them know I put out too. Secondly, it’s apparently supposed to be a bridal and sports themed night.

Huh?

"You know Owen, corny as ever. Everyone is going to turn up in suits and ties, the model in a bridal dress. You work it out. The second set will be set around a pool table and a poker table, with the model serving drinks, missing shots and losing bets—you work it out. It’s not going to be a straight forward take them off and pose type shoot."

He is corny!

We both fell silent for a couple of minutes, contemplating the picture and the dilemma she’d just laid out for us.

You know, Leah, I have a simple solution. Why don’t I simply take you with me next week? We’ll have a mini vacation. Already got the rooms booked so it’d only cost us the flights...

I stopped as Leah shook her head sadly.

Won’t work, honey. Our friendly neighbourhood blackmailer has already thought about that one. If I fly out with you then by the time we get back he’ll have posted the photographs he already has all over town and ruined my reputation. The same thing will happen if you suddenly take the time off work or cancel the trip.

Bastard!

Face it, honey. I don’t think I can get out of this. Your wife is going to be nude in front of a group of men and then pull a train afterwards.

I hugged her to me again, but not before I saw a glint in her eye that suggested she wasn’t that unhappy with the situation. I held her for a long while until her deep regular breathing told me she’d managed to drop off to sleep, but it took me a lot longer to actually drop off myself.

Part I

Breakfast with Leo the next morning was subdued. The prospect of our blackmailing neighbour, Owen, spending seventy-two hours solid in control of me and my body was alarming enough for both of us. The prospect of him then putting me literally on display in front of his camera club on their Glamour Night, followed by the very real prospect of a gangbang, really disturbed both of us. It particularly disturbed Leo, but I was at best conflicted. Part of me badly wanted to tell Owen to go fiddle and do his worst, but part of me wanted to keep my promise to Owen’s wife Mia that we would turn the tables on him the following Friday, and part of me was beginning to wonder what it would be like.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t looking forward to the idle of fifteen men ogling my nakedness, pawing my body and then doing everything else, but deep inside there was a kernel of exhibitionism that was at least interested in seeing what it would be like.

I sipped at my coffee and pondered the conflict and how we would resolve it. Leo had hardly said a word over breakfast. His kiss goodbye had been perfunctory at best and I knew he was beginning to regret us getting into this situation in the first place. All right, it was my idea, but he’d gone along with it.

The problem was I was enjoying it. Sure, Owen wasn’t exactly the world’s best lover but the sex afterwards with my own husband, having watched the high definition recordings of Owen’s actions, were spectacular. I felt my pussy pulse at the memory of Stan’s huge cock the day before and knew she at least wanted more of the same.

I sipped my coffee then the phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID, it was Leo’s mobile.

Hi.

Leah, honey, I’m sorry if I was a bit preoccupied this morning. I’ll make it up to you. I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry.

I breathed a sigh of relief. The conversation with him last night hadn’t been easy for either of us. I’d deliberately feigned sleep and lay there knowing he was awake too.

That’s okay, honey. I just thought I should tell you what he’d said. What he threatened to do.

I think you’ve got a problem now though, that’s why I’m ringing. I’ve pulled up on the loop road about a half a mile away. I just saw something but I’m not sure if it means anything.

What, honey?

I spotted a car going the other way. I didn’t recognise the car but I think I recognised the driver.

Who?

The other guy from yesterday, Stan wasn’t it? I think he turned into our road.

Damn!

Yeah, I think you might have company any moment soon!

Jeez! That I didn’t expect. What the hell does he want?

I looked down at myself. Since I had yet another at home day and no Owen to get ready for, I was really dressed down: ratty college sweatshirt, a pair of old jogging shorts and flip flops. I’d been intending on catching up on the housework.

What do you think? You want me to come home now?

Let me think for a minute.

I guessed Stan was parked somewhere near, reconnoitring as it were.

I left the kitchen, walked to the front door and peered through the spy hole. There was no one to be seen—no strange car. I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Leo was mistaken.

Leah?

Sorry, honey, just looking outside. He’s not pulled up in front of ours anyway.

I moved round to the front window and glanced out. Sure enough there was a car parked in front of Owen’s and although the driver was slightly hidden I thought it was Stan.

Damn!

What?

I think you were right, honey. He’s parked in front of Owen’s or at least someone who looks like Stan is.

Do you want me to come home? I can be there in two minutes flat.

Hang on a minute, sweetie. Let me think for a moment.

Part of me was screaming for Leo to come home and prevent any kind of confrontation on the doorstep. Another part of me, about thirty or so inches lower, was pulsing, remembering part of Stan. I wondered, if it really was Stan, what he would say, and I was getting curious both about that and about my reaction. At that moment the car door opened and I saw Stan climb out, obviously having convinced himself the coast was clear.

I don’t think he’s any danger, Leo, not on his own. He’s hardly going to force his way in here and rape me.

But what...?

Honey, I have an idea. Listen, you head into work and ring me here as soon as you get there. If he suggests anything, it’s up to me to make a decision. He thinks I model for money and I guess he wants another session.

You mean you hope he does, ‘cos you want another dose of his overlarge cock.

Leo!

True, though...

You ring me, if I babble on about something inconsequential or say I’m sorry you can’t make lunch or something, you know he’s still here but I’m happy with it. If I talk naturally, you know he’s gone. If I insist on you coming home then come straight away, ‘cos you’ll know he’s still here and I’m not happy. Does that make sense?

Well...

Gotta go, Leo. He’s walking up the driveway. Ring when I said. I’ll turn the cameras on anyway.

But...

Bye, honey. Love you.

I think he was saying love you as I clicked the phone off and dashed for the master switch of the camera system just as the door bell rang.

A quick check in the mirror confirmed I looked decidedly unattractive in my housekeeping clothes but hey, he’s unexpected. Then I opened the door.

Hello, Leah.

I tried to look surprised to see him.

Oh...Hello, Stan.

"Listen,