Our wedding day was fast approaching, just a month away but we had almost everything taken care of. Mandy and I decided to celebrate one of the rare nights that we both finished work early by going out to eat. We got to the restaurant and it was packed, but we found two seats at the corner of the bar.
It was late July, and we had both been working out a ton to make sure we looked great for our wedding and honeymoon. I was in decent shape to begin with, but after 6 months of working out five days a week I had gotten myself in the best shape of my life. I lifted quite a bit, and swam two or three times a week. After doing this for six months, my arms and shoulders were built, and my abs were cut with the V cut running down beneath my boxers. I wasn't huge, but I was cut, and I felt better than I had in my life, and certainly looked better.
Mandy had shoulder length brown hair but wanted it long for the wedding, so had been growing it out for awhile. She had a great body before we started working out. But I was afraid that if she started working out too much that she would lose her curves. She was a full C with a narrow waist and an ass that she lamented as her "big butt." It wasn't big. It was athletic, a perfect handful and an ass that you couldn't take your eyes off of when she was walking away. Working out didn't lessen her curves, but she got even tighter which gave her a ton of confidence. She was the hot ass woman that every guy turns around to see when she walks into a bar. She was a stunning woman and she knew it. She loved how good she knew she looked, and it made her feel sexier than ever.
So here we were at the bar, a young couple that was in the best shape of their lives, tan from the summer sun, with a couple drinks down. Life was good.
After dinner we ordered one more drink and felt good and buzzed. By that time the bar was empty, and our bartender Heather was cleaning up. I had felt Heather's eyes on us all night, and I couldn't tell what it was all about. She was in her mid 20s, a fine looking girl but certainly not enough to make either of our eyes wander. She had overheard us talking about the wedding and started asking about it, and Mandy happily filled her in. Heather then started talking about her side job as a photographer, and asked us if we had someone for our wedding yet, which of course we did.
"Well, what about for before the wedding?" Heather asked quizzically.
Thinking she meant the rehearsal dinner, I said someone would be there that night too.
"No no no" she said. "What about a couple weeks before? A sexy little private session just for the two of you?"
"You mean a boudoir session?" Mandy asked.
"You got it!" she replied. "I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you two tonight. You are a hot couple, and I would love to photograph you. I'm sure your pictures would be incredible."
"Huh we haven't talked about that, but that may be fun" I said. "Do you have a card, we can talk about it and call you soon."
"Sure thing! Call anytime!" she said, winking at me.
On the way home we talked about it, and while we weren't exactly prudes, the wine that night made it seem like a pretty fun idea. The next day I called Heather and said we were in, and we scheduled something for that weekend. The thought of having pictures of my fine ass wife in lingerie for the rest of my life sounded pretty damn good to me. I figured it would mostly be about her and I would just get to watch. Man was I wrong.
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The day of the photoshoot we had to go separately, as Heather was going to take solo shots of Mandy first, and we weren't supposed to see each other. Mandy decided to surprise me with new lingerie, so went shopping and I wasn't allowed to go with her. I loved going lingerie shopping with her, and it killed me that I couldn't see what she was trying on, but I knew the wait would be worth it.
I was told to dress formally, and put on grey dress pants with a crisp, white collared shirt, solid pink tie and a grey vest. I began wearing slim fit clothes because of how much it turned Mandy on. My arms and shoulders had bulked up a bit from swimming, which my shirt showed off well. My pecs were built, and Mandy loved how I looked in a vest. My grey pants were professional yet left little to the imagination. They were pretty snug above my knees, and I oftentimes wore them on dates because she couldn't keep her hands to herself under the table. A bit of cologne and I was off to Heather's studio, my cock already twitching with excitement.
I walked into the studio and heard Heather's voice from behind a large curtain to wait in the lobby. After a few minutes Heather appeared.
"Mm Ben you look great. Mandy is stunning, you are a lucky man. She is changing into a new outfit now, so just hang out here, and when I call you walk through the curtains and follow my directions."
Easy enough I thought. I waited, my mind spinning about what I would be doing, what Mandy was wearing. What she was doing. What she was thinking. My god I wanted to see her. Then after a few minutes I heard Heather's voice.
"Ok Ben, come on in. Walk slowly through the curtain, and head around the corner towards Mandy."
My heart jumped with excitement. Blood rushed to my twitching cock, knowing what was beyond the curtain. I walked through and saw a narrow hall, with low light and smooth music playing in the background. I kept walking, my excitement growing with every step. Walking slowly, I turned the corner and saw a long mirror on the wall, the side of a king sized bed with white sheets. Then I saw her.
Laying seductively in the center of the bed with her long brown hair hugging her beautiful face was Mandy. Her dark skin popped against the crisp white sheets. And her toned body was poured into the sexiest red lingerie I had ever seen. Her C-cups were poured into a see through lace top. Sitting below her narrow waist was a garter belt that hugged her curvy hips with a matching red g-string. Down her toned, tanned legs were a pair of red mid-thigh leggings that clasped to her garter belt. I stopped, soaking in every detail of her.