There is always stress before a photo shoot. Ellen pushed up the legs of the lights and made sure the flash umbrellas reflected at the right angle. She checked the settings on her camera and made some test photos. Since her divorce, she had thrown herself fully into her passion for photography. And that had not hurt her. Meanwhile, she was increasingly in demand by large agencies.

Of course, she had read the advertising agency’s instructions. There would be two famous formula one drivers – Alex and Steven – who had a deal with a swimwear brand. And for a campaign, there had to be pictures of those drivers in different swim trunks.

Unfortunately, there was no time – or money, it must have been about money again – to do a shoot on location. When you think of swimming trunks, you think of a tropical beach rather than her own studio in Diemen, don’t you?

Things suddenly became restless in the studio. Her make-up artist and her intern uttered some cries and started talking in a high pitched voice. Ellen looked up. Two young boys in swimsuits were standing at the entrance to the studio and “the girls” were standing around them like school girls. Being mostly occupied with the small screen on her camera, she had not paid attention to the models. She sighed. This was not very professional.

“Girls, can you let our models through for a minute?” She walked over to the boys and as she checked her camera one more time she held out her hand to the two boys. “Ellen Oberländer. Are you coming through?” Then she shook the hand of a woman who had come with these two guys and introduced herself as their manager. Ellen pointed to the rack with the backdrop where she had just set up the flash units. And while the boys stood a little uneasily on the canvas, Ellen took her crunchy off her wrist and used it to tie her long blond curls together.

“Good. You guys know what the point is? Can you stand there?” Ellen began to give directions and looked through the lens. Almost immediately, she began shooting. Then she looked at the screen of her camera, judging the result. And only then did she really look closely at the models for the first time. Two boys somewhere in their early twenties. Not much older than her own daughter. Not an ounce of fat. A six-pack – or maybe even an eight-pack. Lightly toned skin. Their tight swimsuits didn’t leave too much to the imagination. And above all, they had happy mischievous smiles on their little faces. They did not seem to find it at all inappropriate to stand next to each other half-naked. With the greatest of ease they put their arms around each other and they had no qualms about looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

Ellen therefore decided to go a step further. She walked up to them and placed them with their foreheads together. “Are you good friends?”, she said softly. The boys hummed and smiled. The light on their faces was beautiful. “You guys are doing great,” she said and ran her fingers through their hair to bring the locks into place. “Would you guys dare to kiss each other?”

The boys looked at each other and laughed. “Kissing?”

“Yes. Have you never kissed each other before?”

“You mean on the mouth?”

“Preferably.”

“With tongue?” The boys laughed uncomfortably and let their weight balance from one foot to the other.

“Hm hm, like this,” Ellen said and she pulled the boys’ heads toward her. All three of their mouths touched. Ellen noticed that the boys did not flinch. She decided to use her tongue and to her own surprise the boys reciprocated. Now she stood there tonguing with two boys, of whom she had been old enough to be their mother. The boys’ manager coughed uncomfortably.

“Sorry, we’ll move on,” Ellen said and she took a few steps back and started shooting again.

After the shoot was over, and of the boys came up to her. It was Alex. He held out his hand and Ellen took it.

“Thanks for the fun shoot. This was . uhm … different.” He chuckled.

“Yes, well. Otherwise it’s all so ordinary. That’s not what clients hire me for.”

“Would you like to come and watch this weekend? We’re driving in Monaco.”

“Monaco? Well, of course.” Ellen gagged. “How am I supposed to get there?”

“You can use my jet. I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up. I have an apartment in Monaco and you can stay there.”

Ellen had thought it was all a joke, but a few days later she walked into the stairwell of a luxury apartment complex. Alex himself opened and welcomed her. It was large and empty inside. Except for a couch and a table with two chairs, there was no furniture. A large sliding glass door gave access to a huge balcony, and from there there was a great view of a bay. Steven waved from the balcony and approached her.

“Welcome,” Steven said. He put his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth. For a moment Ellen was startled, but she remembered that they had also more or less kissed on the set a few days before. “Sorry,” he said, “I thought …”

“It’s okay.” Ellen blushed.

“Well, how you got us to kiss.” Alex grabbed Ellen’s hand and placed it against his crotch. He had an unmistakable erection. Ellen pulled her hand away in fright.

“Alex, I don’t know if …”

“What? Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten out of us?” Alex looked at Steven. The latter nodded and moved closer.

“Come on, I’m old enough to be your mother. How old are you guys? 24?”

“23. And he 26?” said Alex.

“I have a 16-year-old daughter; last month I celebrated my 42nd birthday.”

Alex pulled her to him again and held her tightly in his grip. This boy was stronger than she had thought. Steven came up behind her and kissed her on the neck.

“Guys, I …” Ellen protested, but not wholeheartedly. Surely she couldn’t admit that she had fantasized about this for quite a while? Her hand naturally went back to Alex’s crotch. His hard-on certainly hadn’t gotten any smaller. Now Steven was also pressing his crotch against her buttocks. She took turns kissing the boys, who came closer and closer to each other, and again the three of them stood kissing. Three tongues finding each other. Three bodies riding softly against each other. The breaths quickened. Alex and Steven removed their clothes and took Ellen by the hand toward the bedroom.

“Guys, I really don’t know if this is a good idea?” But the boys took her by the hand and pulled her onto the bed. Steven grabbed Ellen’s head and gently pushed it toward Alex’s cock, which was stiffly erect. His head bent with her and before Ellen realized what was happening, she was kissing Steven with Alex’s glans between their mouths. Alex willingly let his glans slide into their mouths in turn and Ellen had to admit that this was perhaps the horniest thing she had ever experienced.

Ellen’s clothes also came off. She sat down with her back to Alex and lowered herself over him. Steven watched his friend’s sex fill her and then dipped his head between Ellen’s legs and began to lick her. Every now and then Ellen would let Alex’s cock slip out so Steven could take it into his mouth.

As Ellen rode Alex, she pulled Steven up so she could suck him simultaneously. God, how hard these guys were. She forgot all her reservations and let herself ride the current. Three bodies completely absorbed into each other. Hands, mouths, cocks. Ellen had dreamed about this all her life. Not necessarily with these guys, or at all with such young boys. But sex with two men. Two bisexual men, too.

Ellen was still in bed when the two boys were getting ready. Tomorrow was apparently an important day for them because that was when they got their briefing. This afternoon it was just looking around. Ellen watched he boys get out of the shower and dry off. She admired their bodies.

“Tonight we have dinner,” Steven said. “We’ll come get you and then of course you’ll sleep here. With us.”

“Sleep?”, Alex said and he smiled and kissed Ellen on her mouth. Ellen just sighed. This promised to be a weekend like she could never have dreamed.