The Photo Album

The Photo Album

Bryan and Heather's ninth wedding anniversary was fast approaching. The two of them sat on the couch in the family room of their home. Heather had just returned from checking on their two-year old daughter, Brianna, who was fast asleep in her room. She settled in and cuddled with Bryan. He took the remote off the end table and hit 'Play'. They kissed. Their kiss was similar to the image of the two of them kissing on the 60" television screen. The imaged captured Heather in a white cocktail dress, Bryan slacks and a shirt.

Three years earlier, Heather reached out to a local boudoir photographer. She wanted to discuss a package of photos that would become her anniversary gift to Bryan. They met a couple of times, before arranging a photo shoot at Cissy's studio. Heather brought a couple of different dresses and several pieces of lingerie for her shoot. A couple of days later, Cissy delivered the proofs to Heather. More discussions followed. Finally, over a weekend romantic getaway, Heather started to share the images with Bryan.

"Honey," she said as they cuddled on the bed. They had finished making love a few minutes earlier. Both were naked, wearing only a light sheen of perspiration from their amorous activities. "I have an idea for an anniversary present. I realize I am two weeks early, but I wanted to see if you would like what I have in mind. Do you want to see it?" Bryan indicated that he would, then reached over and kissed her. His hand lightly brushed her left breast, rubbing across her swollen nipple. She pushed his hand away and jumped off the bed. She returned from the closet with a three-ring binder. Resuming her place on the bed, they both piled pillows behind them and sat up. Heather handed the binder to Bryan.

Opening the binder, Bryan saw a black and white image of his lovely bride. She was naked, but the angle of the pose showed her laying on her side, her head turned toward the camera. A sultry, naughty smile on her face. Even in the black and white image, the lightness of her mint green eyes almost leapt from the image. Bryan felt stirrings in his groin as he stared at the image. He turned the page. Black and white Heather greeted him again, this time standing. She wore a white lace bra, somewhat shrouded by her flowing brunette locks. Her dark pink nipples and supporting areola were still visible through the thin material of her bra cups. Her full-frontal pose provided Bryan full view of her white lace thong. Her groomed pubic hair very visible through the transparent material.

The third image completed Bryan's erection. Heather was naked. Her legs spread. Her right hand was positioned in front of her labia, but the number of fingers indicated that two had slipped inside. Her left hand was cupping her left breast, her thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple. Her head was thrown back. Bryan recognized her expression. He saw it nearly every time she climaxed. The final image was Heather on her back, legs slightly askew. A white silk robe was draped across her body, yet her left breast, pubic hair, and her slit were still exposed. She looked to be slightly disheveled, her hair mussed, her expression one of erotic fatigue.

"Wow!" Bryan uttered.

Heather stroked his erection. "I take it you like?"

Bryan kissed his wife. She continued to stroke him. "This is quite the gift. Too bad I can't share it with the family or the guys." He smiled. She stopped stroking him, instead gave his erection a light slap.

"Cissy did a great job. These are only a sample of the nearly 300 images she made of me."

"Do I get to see the rest?"

"Of course, but wear a condom. I don't want you bursting all over them." She resumed stroking him.

Bryan kissed her again. "This is a great anniversary gift, Heather. I love you."

"Oh, this isn't the gift."

"But I thought you said it was?"

"No, it isn't. It is sort of a precursor to your gift. Actually, more our gift to each other. I talked to Cissy about whether she did boudoir photos of couples. She said yes, she does. I asked her to explain. She showed me some of her work. I asked her if she would photograph us making love."

"You mean.... You did? What did she say?"

"She said she could. It would be a bit pricey, and we would have to get comfortable doing it with photo lights and shutter clicks. Maybe some direction from Cissy."

"Really? Making love. As in full penetration. Even climax?"

"Yes, we would make love and do the things we do to each other. The only difference will be it will be a little brighter with all the lights, and of course Cissy will be in the room."

"Oral?"

"If the mood strikes us. Ok, who am I kidding, yes, oral, from both of us. Pardon the pun but are you up for that." Heather lightly squeezed Bryan.

"Where would we do this?"

"At our house, in our bed. She has all the lighting and everything else she needs. Due to the nature of her shoot none of her assistants will be there so we may be frequently interrupted if she needs to make changes in the lighting setup."

"Assistants?"

"Yes, Cissy has assistants that do the lighting and move stuff around. When I did my shoot there was another woman there to help with makeup, lighting, clothing changes, wicking away unwanted moisture, everywhere. Cissy said if she was doing a male shoot her male assistant would be there."

Bryan asked when Heather thought we would be doing the shoot. It was agreed that it would be in a couple of weeks. The two of them sealed the deal making love.

Over the next couple of weeks Cissy dined at their house a couple of evenings. She did extensive interviews with Bryan about what he wanted to accomplish with the video and photos. What about Heather's body aroused him the most. Would he be uncomfortable with her taking pictures while Bryan and Heather had sex together. After her data collection finished, she presented Heather with a shot list and a plan for the day. They all agreed what would be included. The date was set. Cissy arrived early set her equipment up in the bedroom. After the shoot was finished, she packed up and left. A few days later, she again met with Heather and Bryan and produced the slide show.

This was almost three years ago.

Today Bryan and Heather settled in on the couch and watched the slide show for the untold time. The image of the two of them kissing faded to an image of Bryan unzipping Heathers white cocktail dress, The back strap of her bra visible as she held her arms on Bryan's shoulders. After a few seconds, the image faded to black.

Image three was a frontal view of Heather, Bran behind removing her bra. Her dark nipples stood off the whiteness of her breasts. Her groomed pubic hair was visible through the transparent center panel of her white panties. Bryans left hand held Heather's bra, his right hand was on her hip resting on the on the waistband of her panty.

The next image was a close up of Heather. She was apparently, although not shown, sitting. Her left leg was diagonal across the lower left of the screen. Her left arm extended from her shoulder to her knee. Head turned, her face, partially blocked by her arm stared directly at the camera, the lower half obscured. Her brunette hair formed a backdrop as it cascaded below. A triangle formed by Heather's arm, thigh, and torso, placed her left breast in profile. Her C-Cup breast looked as firm as it felt. The dark nipple and supporting dark areola prominent on the screen pointed straight out, clearly aroused. Appearing almost as a shadow her right nipple, positioned just below and behind her left. Bryan had his hand on Heather's shoulder. He dropped it down and cupped her right breast through the very thin silk of her robe. Like the image before them, Heather's nipples were hard. "I always have loved this image of you, Honey," he whispered to her. She turned her head, and they kissed. She pressed his hand into her breast with hers.

She slipped her robe off her shoulders. "In case the next picture gives you any ideas..."

Bryan hit the forward button on the remote. Bryan's head in profile filled the screen His teeth were gently attached to Heather's nipple. Her hand cupped her breast as she offered it to him. Bryan did take the image before them literally. He sucked both of Heather's nipples for several minutes. Heather assisted, moving his head from nipple to nipple. Her nipples have always been very sensitive, and Bryan always enjoyed seeing, feeling, licking, and sucking them. On several occasions she has climaxed off the attention he pays to her nipples. Tonight, would be no exception.

Several minutes later, once Heather calmed down from her mini orgasm. She pushed Bryans head off her breasts and kissed him. She slid off the couch and positioned herself between Bryan's legs. The next image appeared. Heather and Bryan both studied the image. They were quietly internally reminiscing about when Cissy created the image. Heather smiled at Bryan. Then she opened his robe. Bryan was fully erect.

She kissed the head of his thick penis and looked up at him. She smiled as she moved his hardon to the side. Lowered her head she took one of his balls in her mouth and gently sucked it. Then the other. Back to the first. She licked the underside of him to the top, circling her tongue around the frenulum holding his shaft in her hand. Similar to the image before them, Bryan was hard. Veins were visible on his penis. The black and white photo showed Heather's lips about halfway down his shaft. Tonight, she went halfway and more. "You want all of me?" Bryan asked.

Heather popped his dick out of her mouth. "That depends. Do I get more where it counts later if I finish you off now?" Bryan assured her that he would be ready to go again later. She kissed his dick and smiled at him. Bryn clicked the forward button. Bryan's cock glistened in the light, obviously wet from Heather's mouth and tongue, saliva visible on his shaft. The black and white image showed Heather's tongue fully extended. It was millimeters away from scooping up a little bubble of precum off the top of Bryan's cock. Looking at the image, Heather turned her head and looked at Bryan's cock. She gently squeezed the head. A bit of precum appeared. Art does imitate life. She licked it clean then drove his manhood into her mouth.

After his ejaculation, Heather and Bryan enjoyed one of their favorite sexual acts. For several minutes they kissed deeply. Heather started pushing the semen she sucked out of Bryan with him, pushing globs with her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues moved semen back and forth, until one of them swallowed. This evening it was Heather's turn. She opened her mouth wide to show Bryan that there was no more cream to share. She said that maybe later they could have seconds, but not until after the main event. Bryan suggested that he get her ready for just that, the main event.

Heather rose from the floor and sat on the couch. She laid back, resting her back on the sofa arm. Bryan kissed her on the lips, then on each of her earlobes. He started to kiss down the right side of her neck as Heather repositioned herself in the middle sofa cushions. Bryan gave each of her nipples several lashes with his tongue. His right hand sliding into the front of her white panty. Heather's thighs parted as his hand pushed deeper into the gap between her thighs. She felt his fingers trace up and down through her labia, then slowly enter her. Bryan kissed his way down her stomach reaching the waistband of her thong. He pulled it down with is teeth and licked the newly exposed skin. Another reposition with his teeth and the top third of her groomed pubic mound was exposed. His left hand slid the garment all the way down her legs. She kicked it off, it landed near the TV. She sat up and reached over Bryan to capture the remote. Pressing a button, the image on the screen changed.

Heather studied the image of Bryan licking her clitoris. She enjoyed this image and was about to comment when Bryan drove his tongue through her lips and into her entrance. Her planned comment became as gasp. She raised up on her elbows and looked first at the image on the TV, then the image between her legs. Bryan was licking from her entrance to her folds. His tongue was working the magic that the two of them have perfected over the years. Looking at the two-dimensional image on the TV, she knew that Bryan would soon have her gushing in a full-blown orgasm. She grabbed his head and directed his tongue to her clitoris. She laid back as Bryan licked, sucked, and nibbled the little button from underneath its hood. His tongue retraced its way back to her opening. He slid past her entrance and licked the area between her vagina and her anus. His tongue circled her star, then he kissed the tender area between her two holes.

Bryan startled Heather again driving his tongue as deep into her pussy as it could go. He used both hands to spread her labia wide open, allowing his tongue deeper penetration. His tongue wiggled up and down inside her. She clenched the couch cushions as her orgasmic wave started to build. She used both hands to assault her clit. Bryan's tongue magically appeared and stroked between her fingers to her desired target. Sparks went off in her head as she went over the edge. Brian lapped at the fluids draining from her cleft. She screamed in extasy as he inserted two fingers inside her. Finding her special spot, she continued to climax, and he continued to savor her sex. Bryan rose to kiss his bride. She used her tongue to clean her climax off his face.

"That was quite something", She whispered. "I think I need to rest a bit. You always do that to me, but tonight is kind of special. I love you, Babe."

"I love you. Can I get you anything?"

"I think you know full well what you can get me, in a few minutes." She hit forward on the remote.

Heather and Bryan appeared on the screen. Heather was in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees, here head thrown back. Her mouth open. Bryan's face was buried in Heather's sex. His hands spread her butt cheeks, and his lips and tongue again were busy between her lower lips and entrance to her love tunnel. The next image showed

Bryan entering her from behind, doggie style. Only half of his penis was visible, the other half inside her vagina. Heather was locked on to the camera. Her face showing as look of extasy, clearly in response to him entering her for the first time. They both thought back to the photo. Heather remembered the sheer joy or Bryan's hard member scrapping her vagina as he thrust all of his six inches into her. Bryan remembered this and all the times he entered her after going down on her with oral. She was hot, wet and tight as he pushed himself into her. He remembered stopping as he 'bottomed out'. Enjoying her damp muscles squeezing his manhood. He started to slowly pull his length out of her stopping with only in glans inside, then back in until his pelvis met her bottom. In and out, in and out. Slowly, savoring every piece of her intimate tunnel. Likewise, Heather swears she can feel every vein of Bryan's member rub her when he strokes her slowly.

The intensity of the act increases for both. Heather starts to breathe in short forceful breathes. She murmurs and moans as Bryan makes love to her. Bryan squeezes her hips with both hands as he thrusts in and pulls back. Heather squeezes the penis filling her.

Heather interrupts her memories of the photoshoot. She climbs on Bryan's lap, placing a thigh on each side of his hips. She deftly impales herself on Bryan's hard cock, consuming all of it with her wetness. "Does this feel like the image, Babe?" she asks as she starts to slowly ride him. He kisses her in the affirmative, his hands massage her breasts as she continues her ride.

Clicking the image forward, Heather sees a similar image as she bottoms out on Bryan's cock. Her groomed pubic hairs are intermixed with Bryan's. His light brown hair meshes with her dark brown. On the television screen the image is slightly different. The image on the screen was obviously Missionary position, Bryan's pubic hair on the left meshing with Heather's on the right. His cock is fully inside her with only a small segment of his root visible, the rest disappears inside. Although a black and white image, Cissy edited the original image so that Heather's, inflamed labia lips surrounding Bryan's shaft were still vivid pink in color. The image was erotic as hell to both of them.

Heather paused riding Bryan and caught her breath. "Babe, do you remember what you were doing when Cissy took this image?" She asked after a couple of minutes.

Bryan looked at the TV screen and smiled. "I think I was unloading my balls into you."

"You were impregnating me. You blasted me full and a couple of weeks later we got confirmation that your little swimmers, well one anyway, found my egg." She smiled and began riding him again. "Want to see if you can repeat?"

"You mean...."

"Yes, it is time for Brianna to have a sibling to boss around. What do you think? Want to make me pregnant. According to my cycle, this is the perfect time for your sperm to meet my egg. Let's hope it does as good a job eating into my egg as you do eating me."

Heather stroked Bryan a couple of times, then felt his glans start to swell. She dropped down getting as much of Bryan into her as possible. She felt the first three or four pulses of his semen blast into her. The pleasure of her own orgasm overruled the nerve endings getting treated to a sperm shower. She leaned her head back and let Bryan finish his climax as she finished hers.

"If memory serves me, we both came at the same time the last time you knocked me up." She winked and bent down to kiss Bryan deeply. They kissed until Bryan softened and slipped out of her. She immediately rolled off him and laid on the couch raising her hips in the air.

"What are you doing?" Bryan asked scurrying out of her way.

"I don't want any of your sperm taking the exit. They need to get to work and go egg hunting." She reached over and grabbed the remote of the cushion. The new image was a black and white shot of Heather, completely naked standing in a meadow of mountain wildflowers. Her breasts were swollen, her belly extended with an almost nine-month-old fetus in her womb. She looked radiant with her hand poised on her belly and the other down toward her hip.

"You are one sexy pregnant woman, Heather."

"Yeah? You seem to forget all the hormonal changes and my crankiness. It was all I could do to take my clothes off so Cissy could take my picture. We drove home with me just in my smock because I couldn't get my prego granny panties on!"

I loved you then and I love you now. I have loved you for the better part of a decade. I think I can deal with the next nine months."

"Remember Cissy? She was only a week or two less pregnant that I was! She said that doing our shoot and working with the images after she was so horny that she was attacking her hubby without protection for weeks after the shoot. Maybe I will have to have her arrange another 'Heather is about to burst' shot. Each of the kids can have one."

"What if it is a boy?"

"Then you can use the image to teach him how to really pleasure a woman. Speaking of which. Get some rest. After a while I am taking you to bed for round two. Need to double our chances of making me pregnant. We will do it in bed, however. The couch is hard on my back!

Cissy shot another image. It was in her studio with a winter backdrop. Again, Heather was due any day and was naked in front of a fake snow-filled field. They could have gone outside and captured a similar image but both ladies decided it was too cold to be naked in a snow-covered field.

Randolph Edward was born a week later.