GG's, Like in Maggie Ch. 04

This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.

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As Andrew drove across town to pick up Maggie, as she insisted he do, he thought over what he was doing. He knew that this was really stupid. Like, the last time he'd been alone with Maggie, she'd made her move, and she had almost tempted him into cheating on Kathleen. He knew better, he really did, but when she put the pressure on him, he felt vulnerable to her abundant charms. He vowed to never let himself end up in a situation like that ever again, but... here he was, having agreed to meet with her again. Not only agreeing to meet her, but doing so knowing that he'd be seeing her completely naked... this was such a bad idea. But he had to. He had to bite the bullet and give her what she wanted, within reason, in order to be free of her for good.

He could only hope she lived up to her word. He could only hope that once she had what she wanted, she would walk away, and let this whole thing go. He could only hope that she didn't make another move on him, like she had the last time. Like she had almost every single waking moment since that day. Like she had in his dreams, and his nightmares.

Oh dear.

He knew she would try. He knew she would give it her best shot. He could only hope he had the strength and resolve to resist her. Through this whole thing, he had stayed strong. He had found the will to resist her, and this strengthened him. He could do this. He could fight off any effort she made to seduce him and be done with her for good. Fight her off, go back to Kathleen, and continue on with their amazing life together.

He needed to end this with Maggie. He needed to be done with her. She had driven him crazy in the last few months, since that day at the beach. She had stolen all his attention, and her unending stalking of him was driving him insane. To just make things normal again, and just get back to the status quo, he just needed to get through this photo shoot unscathed.

With a deep breath, he pulled up to Maggie's apartment and parked his car. Stepping out, breathing in the sticky morning air, he knew this was the moment he'd been both waiting for and dreading.

Might as well get on with it.

Knowing the way, he ascended the stairs and moved towards her place. Knocking at her door, he heard some noises from behind the entryway. He was surprised when the door opened quickly, and there stood Maggie, smiling brightly.

"I'm ready!" Maggie announced, holding up her bag, like a kid ready to go to an amusement park. She looked relaxed in her comfortable outfit, thin fleece pants, low-slung on her hips, with her bare midriff exposed, her cute navel catching his eye. Up top, she had on a simple red tank top, which of course clung to her enormous bust. She also had on a thin pullover, left unzipped. Her hair and make-up was all done up, ready for the shoot. Overall, she looked relaxed, but sexy.

"Oh, uh, okay," Andrew said, taken off guard. Usually, she drug her feet and waited till the last moment to be ready, but not this time. Behind her, her apartment was still kinda messy, but less so than usual. He was mildly impressed.

"You ready, or do you want to come in?" the British model offered, relatively innocently.

"Um... no. We can get going," Andrew said, knowing better.

"Okay..." Maggie said with a nod, stepping out and closing the door behind her, locking it. Andrew led her along the balcony, not looking back. "Thanks for coming out! I really appreciate it! Despite, you know... despite everything, I do appreciate everything! Besides, I don't know if my car can make it too far anymore." This was a lie. Her car was still crappy, but it was still running fine. In fact, she had made enough money through her site and with some of these other shoots too, at the very least, upgrade her car to one made in the last decade, and get a place in a slightly better neighborhood, but she was holding off. This way of life made her seem more vulnerable, making the married man subconsciously more compelled to help her out. And besides, if all worked out, her standard of life would soon increase tenfold.

"You know..." Andrew began, glancing back at Maggie, trying to ignore her jiggling breasts as she walked. "We don't have to pretend to be friends. We both know why this happening. Let's not pretend this is something it's not," he said coolly. She pursed her lips and scowled.

"Oh, hush," she said. "You don't have to be so grumpy! Why can't we just have fun? That'll make this so much easier." Andrew didn't reply as he descended the stairs, her following. "And besides, I do know why we're doing this, and so do you... because we're in love! Haha!" Andrew looked back at her and scowled, a fact which only made her giggle. "Oh c'mon, babe. Loosen up! I'm making you take sexy pictures of a naked, big-breasted slut. It's not like I'm making you strangle puppies or something. You don't have it that bad!" Andrew didn't look back at her, but he did roll his eyes.

He popped open the trunk, allowing her to stash her bag. Once that was done, she joined him in the car, plopping down in the passenger seat, tapping her hands against the armrests excitedly. Glancing at him, she smiled, but he still played it cool. He turned on the car and began driving.

They were going to a new location, a bit out of town, but it was a place he'd been to when taking pictures, and it would be worth the wait. However, it did mean that he would be stuck in a car with the woman who'd been stalking him nonstop for weeks. He could feel her eyes on him as he drove, but he didn't bite.

"You know, I didn't mean any harm with all the stuff I did," Maggie stated. "It was all just a bit of fun, really." He glanced over at her, his gaze cold. Again, her plump lips curled up in a smile, unaffected by his chilly demeanor. "Like I said, the only thing I ever wanted was for you to keep taking my picture. I just had to convince you to stop being such a prat and just do it!" He glanced at her again before looking away, trying to focus on the road.

"Maggie," he began, unable to stop himself. "You stalk me, you blow up my phone day after day, even after I asked you to stop. You follow me around. You break into not just my office but my house! You record footage of both me and my wife in our most intimate moments! So no... I'm not gonna be cool with that!"

"It does sound kinda bad when you list it all off like that, don't it?" she said, her sexy accent catching his ear, softening the blow somewhat. "Yeah, I guess you might be right. Maybe I did cross the line. But, again... the only thing I wanted was for you to take my picture again, and here we are, so... I guess it worked out, right?" she chirped pleasantly. Andrew, obviously, was unconvinced.

He didn't really engage with her much as they drove, despite how friendly and effervescent she was being. She would sing along to a song on the radio, or tapping the armrests with her hands, a bunch of annoying things to make his blood boil. He couldn't just ignore all the bad stuff she did. He couldn't reward her for that behavior by acting like everything was just normal. No, he just couldn't. So, he just drove, and tried his best to ignore her whenever she tried to converse with him. She was undeterred by his chilliness, and continued to talk with him like everything was normal. As this went on, he just wanted to get to their destination and just get this done with.

Part of him was legitimately excited to reach where they going. He had discovered this amazing little cove, with white sand, relatively clear water, lined with palm trees, lush green plants, spectacular rock formations, and little mini waterfalls. It was a very photogenic spot, a location few really knew about, a place that had yielded some of his best pictures. And now, he was taking Maggie there. He feared he was tainting this cove's purity with her corrupt ways. Part of him regretted the idea of taking her there, but once he came up with the idea, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to go there. He loved this location, and he couldn't resist the urge to return. And besides... she'd look really fucking good there. The pictures would be amazing. Stopping at the edge of the park, Maggie was confused, not seeing much of anything.

"This is it?" Maggie asked.

"Come on," Andrew said, getting out and popping the trunk. "We've got to walk a little bit." Maggie stepped out of the car and approached him. Andrew handed Maggie her bag while grabbing his gear. Closing the truck and locking the car, he headed towards a trail. Maggie simply followed.

As she walked down the trail, she admired the hunky married man, letting her eyes consume him. He looked good without even trying. Even now, dressed casual, in light shorts and a simple t-shirt, he looked fucking sexy. Maggie couldn't stop staring at his butt as they walked.

Andrew led them along the path before splitting off along a smaller, more covered track. Ever courteous, he kept one eye on Maggie, making sure she was getting by as deftly as he was, at one point taking her hand to help her step over some thorns. She shivered at the contact. Finally, walking through the smothering green of the small trail, the trees parted, and suddenly... they were there.

"Oh my God..." Maggie said with genuine awe.

"I know, right?" Andrew said, his frostiness chilling for just a moment. This place was gorgeous. It was a little cove, which on the far end led to a small river between some big rocks which led out to the ocean. The cove was big and round, and the water was a lovely shade of blue. The sand was white, and the whole thing was lined with these big, impressive green palm trees. At the far end were some cool looking rocks which had water running over them, forming a little waterfall.

"This is amazing!" Maggie said, eyes wide, taking it all in, her accent making her sound like something out of a fairy tale. "How did you find this place?"

"Oh... I just like to poke my head around places, kinda just stumbled on it," he stated. It was true. He liked going around, checking out different parks and trails, hiking around. And here, out in the middle of nowhere... he found paradise.

"God, I can't wait to take my tits out here!" Maggie gushed excitedly, immediately ruining the moment and any temporary happiness he felt.

Andrew set down his gear and began to set things up. And Maggie did the same, setting down her bag, picking out some outfits, checking her makeup, etc. Andrew began taking a few test shots of their surroundings, as he'd been hoping to take advantage of their gorgeous surroundings. But as soon as Maggie saw he was taking pictures, she acted.

"Alright, babe!" she announced, reaching down to pull up her top. Andrew couldn't help but watch as she revealed more of her sexy belly. He couldn't help but gaze at her as her shirt caught at her vaulting jugs. Finally, with a tug, she yanked her top up and over her big, bikini-clad tits, their barely contained weight dropping once freed from her blouse. They jiggled to a stop, letting the married man stare at them. God, they looked bigger than ever. The bikini was an orangish-red, the stretchy triangular material straining to contain those massive tits, clinging to the round, smooth udders, both sides of the fleshy jugs visible. Her boobs were so round and so fucking big that the cleavage between them was impossibly erotic. The way those huge, soft breasts pressed into each other... it made the married man's cock throb.

Maggie bent over and grabbed her thin sweats, yanking them down, revealing her long, firm legs and her matching bikini bottoms. The tiny, orange-red bikini bottoms were very low-cut, almost fully exposing the part of her body Andrew had never seen. The tiny triangle at the front barely covered her, and the thin straps going around her hips covered nothing, leaving so much perfect, tanned flesh exposed. As she bent over to grab her sweats and toss them on top of her bag, Andrew got a view from the side of her exposed ass, the thong wedged in her butt, leaving her shelf-like rear exposed. Her butt bounced as she walked. His eyes caught on that tattoo just above her ass. A vine of roses, with thorns on it. Again, he knew it was a warning. She might be beautiful, but she was dangerous. But, knowing what had to be done, he moved beyond such doubts. As he did, Maggie, finally all set, turned to face Andrew, beaming, her tits shaking as she did so.

"What do you think?" she asked, posing with her hands on her hips.

"Um... yeah," he said, giving her a nervous thumbs up.

"Well, I hope so, I mean... you bought it," she mentioned offhand.

"Oh, yeah! That's another thing... you stole from me!" he mentioned, shocked that he had forgotten that when listing off her crimes. She only smiled.

"Well, I never paid you for all those shoots, so I'd figure I'd make it up to you there," she replied.

"Wait... so to give me payment for the shoots, you took money from me?" he asked, questioning her logic. She looked up and screwed up her eyes in thought, trying to understand her own reasoning.

"Well... you get to see me in it! That's payment enough, right?" she stated excitedly, her boobs quaking as she bounced forward slightly. Andrew rolled his eyes. She had done so much already that he just sort of let it go.

"You ready?" Andrew asked nervously.

"Always!" she replied, a wicked smile on her face.

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Andrew always thought the same thing during these photoshoots, but yeah, this was easily the best effort yet. Part of it was due to the amazing place they were in, this cove providing the perfect setting for picture taking. But most of it was due to Maggie. Her hot body was built to be showcased, and this place allowed that body to be shown off immaculately. The contrast between the natural beauty of the cove and her, uh... not totally natural curves... really worked.

There were dozens of great places for her to pose and they cycled through them. Standing in the white sand, lying down on it, rolling in it. Leaning against the palm trees, kneeling in the grass. Her standing in the water, or her emerging from it, drops sliding down her luscious, tanned form. Her swimming, her standing underneath that small waterfall. This place was ripe for a shoot like this, and they were both taking advantage. His camera was quickly filling with pictures of Maggie. Despite his resistance to this whole thing, as soon as they started, he was fully immersed in the moment.

Maggie looked incredible throughout the whole thing. She looked like a goddess rolling in the sand, or emerging from the water. Her body was built for bikinis, and as she glided through the water, or stood underneath the waterfall, the bikini clung to her perfect frame, highlighting her enormous fake tits. When she turned around and made him focus on her ass, he was reminded how well a thong bikini could highlight her heart-shaped rear. The tiny strings of the thong rode along the top edges of her ass-cheeks, and the triangle of material at the top of the crack really showcased her butt's perfect shape. The round, firm, jutting cheeks stood out from her slim frame, so perky and tanned and juicy, the full cheeks making the tiny string threaded between them disappear. And the way the beads of water slid over those perfect curves... he was hard as a rock throughout this whole thing. And that tat on the outer edge of her ass... despite seeing it as a warning, for some reason, every time he saw it and captured it in a photo, it only turned him on further.

The odd thing was, as eager and insistent as she was about making this a nude photoshoot, she made no effort to take her clothes off. In fact, a few times during the photoshoot, she changed, and when she did, she always made him turn around. A bit confused, but realizing this is what he wanted, he went along with her. She changed bikinis a few times, all of them new ones, ones she had purchased with his money. The first one was a black thong bikini, and the cups of the top were covered with shiny, silvery bits, glittering in the sunlight. The next one was a hot pink g-string bikini, which really popped against her tan skin. She followed this with a gold thong bikini, followed by a yellow set. And two hours in, she still hadn't gotten her tits out.

Not that he wanted that.

Finally, after turning away from her again as she changed, she called out to him again to give him the all-clear. He turned back to face her, and he squinted in confusion.

She was back in her orange-red bikini.

"What?" she asked, noting his confusion.

"Um... we already did that one," he replied.

"Oh, yeah, I know, it's my favorite." she said, smiling bright.

"We pretty much did all we can do with that one," Andrew pointed out.

"Well, that was all the bikinis I brought, so..." Maggie replied.

"Then... shouldn't we, um... move things along," the married man said delicately.

"To what?" Maggie asked knowingly. Andrew's eyes narrowed, realizing she was toying with him.

"To..." he began, gesturing with his hands in the air in a very confused manner.

"To what?" Maggie asked again, her voice a little lower. He looked at her again, as if asking 'really?'

"You said what you wanted this shoot to be..." he began delicately. "Do you want to move along to that?"

"Move along to what, exactly?" she asked, still playing dumb, toying with him.

"Maggie!" Andrew said impatiently.

"I want you to say it," she replied.

"Say what?" Andrew said defensively.

"Say what you want me to do." she insisted.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Tell me, in your words, what you want me to do next," she implored, sounding like a sexy British schoolteacher. He exhaled in annoyance and looked at her. She simply raised her eyebrows teasingly. "We're not leaving till it happens. If you want to be done with me, you need to say what you want." Glaring at her, frustrated at her making him do this, he grit his teeth and spoke up.

"Maggie... would you take off your bikini so I can take pictures of you?" he said with a clenched mouth.

"Take pictures of what?" she purred, beaming.

"Maggie," he began, again through gritted teeth. "Would you take off your bikini so I can take picture of your big, bare tits, your naked ass, and your... vagina. Happy?" Maggie shivered and bit her lip at this.

"Well, if you insist," she said, holding his gaze. His eyes dropped right to her chest as she reached up to her boobs and grabbed the sides of each triangular patch of material, hooking her fingers beneath them. His eyes were wide as she peeled the two sides of the top apart, letting those two massive, fleshy tits escape, jiggling into view.

He could barely hide his excitement at seeing those big fake breasts again. God, they looked even bigger than they did before. Those suckers were like fucking watermelons. So ripe. So tan. So round. So soft and jiggly. His eyes locked onto her hard, pink nipples, hardened up and calling out to him. The way they bounced into each other upon their reveal was cock-stiffeningly sexy. The married man was drooling.

"Andrew..." Maggie called out to him, jarring him into meeting her stare. "Don't forget about the pictures," she said with a knowing smirk. Ashamed at his worshipful gazing at her perfect chest, he pulled up his camera and snapped a few shots of Maggie's bare chest. She toyed with the top, pulling it back over her nipples and pulling it off again, letting Andrew capture that immaculate moment of reveal. He got shot after shot of those perfect fucking nipples emerging into view.