The Photoshoot

My first story here. I'm done a fair amount of writing but this is my first of this type. I know it's long -- kind of a habit of mine. If you stick around for the whole thing, I hope you find your time well-spent. All thoughtful feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1 -- Meeting Jenny

As soon as we stepped through the door, Jenny enveloped Kari into a massive hug.

I smiled to myself, knowing full well Kari isn't really a hugger but the smile on her face was convincing to anyone but me.

"I am so happy to see you again!" Jenny said, pulling away from my wife then turning to me. "You must be Bruce! It's so nice to finally have such a cute face to go with the name," she said as she threw her arms around me.

Now it was Kari's turn to have a smile at my expense. I'm even less of a hugger than she is.

"I could not be more excited for this photoshoot," Jenny said, as she led us to her office in the corner of the room. "Please have a seat and let's talk about what we'll be doing tomorrow."

The office was minimalist. A basic desk with what I knew was an expensive desktop computer equipped with the kind of memory and processor needed for the amount of photos Jenny must take on a daily basis. Opposite the desk were a pair of vinyl-covered wooden chairs. I took the chair nearer to the wall, tucked partly behind the computer's sizable monitor while Kari took the chair more opposite Jenny.

Kari had told me Jenny was your typical "artsy" professional photographer. Her hair was streaked with blue, red, green, purple and yellow. She called her studio Rainbow Portraits where she specialized in weddings as well as individual and couples photography. I estimated her to be in her late 20s or early 30s. Jenny was tall, about 5-foot-10, and thin. She was flat-chested but had a pretty face with high cheek bones.

"So, tell me exactly what you guys are looking for with this session?" Jenny asked with a smile that was both friendly and encouraging for whatever we wanted.

"Well, the session you and I did last year turned out great," Kari started. Kari booked herself a boudoir photo session with Jenny six months earlier. Christmas night, after the kids went to bed, she surprised me with a leather-bound book filled with the sexiest pictures of Kari I'd ever seen. I was shocked. While my wife is beautiful, a 5-foot-4, brunette with a deliciously curvy bottom and generous C-cup bust, she'd never indicated any desire to have such a steamy photoshoot with me, let along in front of a virtual stranger like Jenny.

That Christmas night I gawked like a horny teenager flipping through his first Playboy. Only the centerfold was my bride. She'd purchased several new sets of lingerie for the shoot, had her hair done in a vintage style straight out of the Great Gatsby and with every page I turned I found myself more in awe of the woman in the book. When I finally finished taking in the photos, I unwrapped my final present of the night -- her -- and we enjoyed each other with a ravenousness we hadn't enjoyed since our youngest was born three years before.

"That was a great shoot," Jenny said immodestly. "You looked fantastic. What did you think of your Christmas present, Bruce?"

"Best gift I've ever received," I said with a smile.

Kari continued, "And it was so much fun. I really didn't expect to enjoy the experience as much as I did. Being half-naked in front of someone other than Bruce is definitely not something I'm used to. But you were so nice and encouraging. It really was a good experience."

"Thank you," Jenny cooed. "I'm so happy to hear that, I'm tearing up."

"So, I just thought, maybe we should do a photoshoot together as something fun for the both of us," Kari finished.

"I love that idea!" Jenny's enthusiasm was genuine, and not just because she knew it meant a booking fee and a nice profit on prints. When I learned the photography industry calls this "investment" I made sure to not listen to the prices. Kari told me I didn't want to know, and I believed her. But even though this meant a good payday for Jenny, she never gave any indication other than sincere excitement and a desire to give us a great photo session.

"So, we were just wondering how this would work, with both of us, and what do we do? And" Kari was getting embarrassed, "what we don't do?"

Jenny gave us a big smile. She'd clearly been through this before.

"First off, you do whatever, and I mean WHAT. EVER. You want. As long as it's legal -- OK, you can't bring in your dog or anything," we all had a little chuckle.

"See, Kari, I told you," I joked.

Kari swatted my leg. "You're not funny!"

"For shoots like this," Jenny went on. "I see myself as having two jobs and they're equally important. One job is to document the love and passion you two have for each other. If you wanted just dick and tits pics, you wouldn't be here because you don't need me for that. You want a professional photographer so you two can be together in the moment and do whatever you please and I'm there to capture those moments in whatever form they take."

Kari nodded, appreciatively. "I was trying to come up with a way to word what we wanted but I didn't know how. But that sounds exactly what we're looking for."

"Great," Jenny said. "My second job is to help you two both be just as comfortable as you are with each other all the time, even with me in the room. Because if you're not comfortable, then those moments of passion and lust and joy and pleasure, aren't going to be the same. That's my job and that's what I'm going to do."

"So, what will you have us do?" I asked.

"Simply put, we'll do whatever you two want. We'll start out simple and go from there. We'll do two sessions, I think a casual outfit to start works best -- I'm talking jeans, a button blouse and some fun, cute, flirty underwear for you Kari. Bruce, you in blue jeans and t shirt. We'll get you two together hugging, kissing, laughing and, as we go, you'll gradually lose some layers. How far you go, is entirely up to you. Later we'll do another session, maybe starting a little more formal? Kari a dress, maybe? Or something with a blazer? With something sexy underneath. Bruce, you in a suit? And again, we start there and see where things take you.

"And as we go, I'll give you some direction, more at first, but then, as we continue, I like you two to take the lead. You guys know each other, and the more you two are you, the more you'll forget I'm there, even as the camera is clicking away. And again, do anything you want. We can go as light or as heavy as you want. We can do PG-13, you both stay in your underwear or some covered nudity. We can go full nudity -- think of it as Rated-R, topless, maybe some shots from behind. Anything from the front is obscured or very brief. Then we can go something like softcore -- like late night cable. Kari you can ride Bruce but nothing explicit shown, penetration-wise.

Jenny paused for a moment before adding, with a mischievous flash of her eyes. "Or we can go full, hardcore."

At the mention, Kari started to blush and fidget with her hands. "I'm not sure about that," she said.

"Well, again, it's entirely up to you. But honestly, a lot of the difference between a hard Rated R and Hardcore is mostly in angles and editing. Am I shooting from the side or behind? What's kept in versus what's cropped out. All I ask, is you don't put any barriers on yourself ahead of time. Keep an open mind to how you and Bruce feel and want to share. I've had many sessions where my clients feel much more relaxed than they expect."

"Really?" Kari asked, with some surprise.

"As you said yourself, you enjoyed your boudoir session more than you thought you would, right?"

"Yes," Kari acknowledged.

"Also, I have a question for you, and this explains why people relax more than they think," Jenny announced, rather suddenly.

"Ok," Kari said, a little taken back.

"Show of hands. Who here enjoys sex?" She asked bluntly and raised her hand high. Kari and I looked at one another, a little surprised and unsure how to respond.

"Come on guys, simple question. Who likes sex? I love sex. My husband and I fuck all the time. Love it. Bruce, I bet you love sex with Kari, right?"

I smiled, a little awkwardly, before answering. "I love it."

"Then raise your hand."

I did as I was told.

"What about you, Kari? Your husband is an attractive man. Do you enjoy having sex with him?"

Her face flushed as an embarrassed smile plastered itself on her face. Jenny sat looking at her, eyebrows raised, clearly ready to be patient for her answer.

"Yes." Kari said simply.

"Yes, what?" Jenny prodded.

"Yes, I enjoy having sex with him."

"Then raise your hand, Sweetheart."

Finally, Kari's hand raised itself into the air.

Jenny finally smiled. "Look at that. We all raised our hands. We admitted we love sex with our partners and the world did not end. I did not mean to put you on the spot or embarrass you, and I will never do that tomorrow. But I wanted to show you that it's OK to admit what you like and to enjoy each other. And tomorrow, once you two are together, in one another's arms, and things get going, you'll relax just fine."

Jenny reached out across the top of her desk and took Kari's hands into hers and looked my wife with kind eyes and a gentle smile.

"You're not going to shock or embarrass me, Kari," Jenny assured her. "I'm married. I've done it all with my husband and I've photographed many couples together. You're doing nothing wrong, or dirty, or shameful. I want you guys to express yourselves as much as you want to. And if you want to keep some things off camera, then that's great. Really.

"But, Kari, if you want to suck his cock, then I want to photograph you sucking his cock." Kari continued to turn red as Jenny said this. I was fucking rock-hard. "Bruce, if you want to eat her pussy, go to town and I'll love it. If you want to bend her over the bed and fuck her from behind, I'll take pics of your cum flowing out of her when you're done. I've done it all. I've photographed it all. And I love it."

At this point, I was taken aback by her description. I also had no doubt Kari would never go so far. I figured we'd be a decent R rating, but no more. Our sex life was always fun and satisfying. But it probably wasn't what most would call adventurous.

We once vacationed with her parents. We rented a house in Hilton Head that included a hot tub. One night, after our kids and her parents went off to bed, Kari and I went into the hot tub. Even though her parents were on the far side of the house and up a flight of stairs, Kari was so nervous they might come back out, it took more than 20 minutes for her bikini bottom to come off. While she eventually rode me to both of our satisfaction, her top stayed on the whole time.

So, the idea of Kari throwing all caution to the wind for a photoshoot of the two of us hardcore fucking, I knew, was not to be. Nevertheless, I viewed the photos as a sexy date night after which we would go home and enjoy one another in private. That was my expectation, and I would have been happy with that.

Chapter 2 -- The Night Before

That night we went through our wardrobes, deciding what we would wear for our photos the next day. Much less consideration went into my outfits than Kari's. I took Jenny's suggestion. I pulled out a new pair of blue jeans, with white boxer briefs, to pair with a white "wife-beater" t-shirt. For my formal attire, a black pinstripe suit with red tie and red boxers.

Kari, on the other hand, was plagued by indecision. She was torn between taking Jenny's advice -- Kari was very much a rule-follower, therefore going against what she viewed were directions went against her nature -- but she also had other ideas she thought might be better.

"Babe," I said, sitting on the bed, my wardrobe decided in about 20 seconds. "This isn't about what Jenny thinks. This is all about what you, and we, want. If you have an outfit that you will feel good and comfortable and sexy in, then Jenny will be all for that. Tell me I'm wrong."

"No, you're right." Kari relented. "Give me just a minute." Kari went into her walk-in closet and closed the door. A few minutes later she came out of the closet wearing black leather boots with ivory, wool boot socks past her knees. She wore tight black leggings and one of my white dress shirts, tied in a knot, showing a little midriff. "How is this?"

"I love it!" I said. I have always been a sucker for her in a dress shirt. The leggings clung to her ass and amplified its curves.

She walked over to where I sat, now on the edge of the bed, then she turned around, bent over slightly and slowly pulled down her leggings, revealing a white thong resting between her ass cheeks. "And would this be OK, underneath? I thought if you were going with white then I should wear white too."

"Goddamn, baby. That's some good thinking." I ran my hands over her ass and lightly tugged her thong a little lower. I kissed the small of her back and moved south to the top of her crack with more kisses. She turned around and through the lacy front of her panties, her freshly shaved pussy peaked itself out. I tried to continue kissing her and tug her leggings lower, but she playfully pulled away.

"Don't you want to see what else I'm going to wear?"

She returned to her closet.

A few minutes later she reemerged.

"Oh, wow," I said, once again reverting to the form of gawky teenager.

My wife entered the room wearing what we jokingly refer to her "fuck-me red heels." Kari couldn't really walk in those shoes, but she wore them occasionally in the bedroom. She also wore black stockings affixed to a garter belt underneath a black leather skirt which stopped just above the knee. She wore a black pinstripe blazer, which matched nicely with my suit, over a sheer red blouse, matching my tie. The top buttons of the blouse were open, revealing the lacy tops of a black push-up bra matching with what I knew would be a black, silk panty.

Kari was clearly enjoying playing dress-up and that she chose these outfits, hitting on so many aspects she knew I found irresistibly sexy, I began to wonder just how far she was actually thinking about going tomorrow? She again walked over to where I sat, hitching up her skirt as she did so, revealing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. I always loved stockings, the lacy tops, how her soft legs feel inside the sheer fabric. I pulled her close to me, as I lowered myself from the bed to my knees on the floor, kissing her thighs and running my hands up her backside, gently pushing her to my mouth. I continued to kiss and lick toward her center when she stepped away again.

"If I'm wearing these tomorrow, you can't go and get them all dirty tonight," she teased, taking my hands off her ass and pulling me to a standing position. She then kissed me deeply, running her tongue over mine. She broke off the kiss quickly, spun around and put her behind on my quickly stiffening shaft and rubbed herself against me. "But I thought I might step into the shower. Care to join me?"

Chapter 3 -- The First Photo Session

While Jenny's office may have been sparse, upstairs, in her studio, was anything but. Jenny's space was the entire second floor of the building and it was completely open, but with various props and sets set up.

Along the back wall stood a fully framed window. Jenny explained this window served as a set, for subjects to stand next to and peer out, but without the outside light making lighting troublesome. In the photos, she said, you'd never know it wasn't a perimeter window. Not far from the fake window stood a large, black leather sofa.

In a corner of the space was a wide staircase, which went down to the first floor. Jenny said the stairs could be used to create shots from above, or below, the subjects, again under controlled lighting.

In another corner was a gorgeous, black tile shower large enough to fit a small party. Clear glass encased it on one side, a door hung in the middle, and opaque glass on the other. Jenny told us the shower set was among her clients' favorite, either by women doing solo boudoir shoots or by couples. The opaque glass hid just enough to leave something sexy to the imagination while the clear glass allowed great pics of bodies pressed against it. And, she said, at times, Jenny takes photos from inside the shower as well, given its ample dimensions.

There were smaller sets as well, such as a clawfoot bathtub surrounded by candles. A simple, wooden chair sitting in front of a changeable backdrop and a full-length mirror with a fur rug laid down in front of it.

In the center of the space was a king-size brass bed. The metal bars are more photogenic than a big, wooden bed with large headboard, Jenny explained. All the furniture and sets, except for the shower, were set up off the walls so Jenny could shoot from any and all angles. Every set also had a small three-step stepladder she could use to take photos from above, if needed. The bed was made up with gray satin sheets, two regular pillows at the head of the bed and, at the foot, a wedge-shaped sex pillow.

I recognized several of the sets from Kari's Christmas boudoir photos. If I had to pick, I think my favorites would have been the pics taken from the bathtub. The light from the candles danced beautifully on her skin. Kari had several poses. In one, her legs extended together out from the water while she gave the camera her flawless smile. In another, the tops of her breasts peaked out from the water as she folded her arms behind her head. One photo showed her hand under the water between her legs, an image of Kari pleasuring herself but artistically obscured by the shimmering water and soap suds. And, perhaps my favorite, the most tantalizing of all, taken from the side of the tub and shot from below, I imagine Jenny had to be on her knees, or even laying on the floor to take the picture, Kari standing up, water dripping down and off her nude body, with her arms over her head, small patches of soap suds clinging to her skin, including just covering her nipples. Everything on display but nothing explicitly shown -- only hinted at.

I expected today to be much the same.

While our photoshoot was to begin at 3 p.m., we arrived at noon so the beauty salon that partnered with Jenny did Kari's makeup and hair. I contented myself in a room set up on the first floor, opposite Jenny's office, with a TV and comfortable couch. Man's Waiting Room was painted on a sign on the door. A mini fridge sat next to the couch stocked with assorted beverages. I contented myself just with a coke. Kari didn't like beer, so I thought it best not to have my breath stink of Budweiser just before our romantic photoshoot. I'm sweet like that.

I was happy downstairs, watching football, while the ladies upstairs did my wife's hair and makeup and, I later learned, enjoyed a bottle of champaign.

Jenny popped her head into the room to give me the 10-minute warning, which doubled as my cue to change into my wardrobe. I put on my jeans over my white boxer briefs, which I bought just a little smaller than usual, so they'd fit a little snugger. I put on a new, tight wife-beater tee shirt. In my mid-30s, I might not have been in the same shape as I was in college, but my arms were still decently toned, and I'd avoided the beer belly plague of most of my friends. I changed and waited for the final nine minutes before Jenny returned.

"Are you ready to do this?" She asked with a big smile.

"I'm ready," I said. "How's Kari feeling?"

"Let's just say, I hope she feels as good as she looks because she looks gorgeous."

We climbed the stairs, Jenny leading the way, while I admired her slim figure from behind. She wore cut-off jean shorts, shorn so low, the pockets were visible on her legs. She wore a basic black tank top, with spaghetti straps. No bra underneath, but given her breasts were nearly indiscernible under her shirt, she probably didn't need one.