"I've got you a special present," I told Ryan as we walked in from dinner where we'd met his parents and mine.
"Oh?" He questioned, putting his arm around me and pulling me close. "Am I going to like this?"
"Uh-huh. I think so," I answered, pushing him away. "Go take a shower."
"Come with me?"
"Not now. And don't take too long."
He didn't; 5 minutes later he stepped back into the bedroom naked, his penis already half erect. "Anticipating something are we?" I giggled, reaching down and squeezing his cock. "Go wait in the living room," I said, reaching back and swatting his bare bottom as I stepped past him. I saw him pulling on his pajama bottoms as I stepped into the bath myself. It wasn't that I was averse to showering with him, I just knew we were likely to get carried away if I did, spoiling our fun in just a few minutes.
Although Tonya and I had purchased my new half-bras and panties just a few weeks before, I hadn't yet worn them, or even let him see them, but now got them out, pulling a sheer baby-doll over the top of the first bra.
"Oh, my goodness! My baby has new sexy things to wear," he exclaimed when I joined him in the living room where he was sitting on the couch. I stopped just in front of him and struck a pose, lifting one leg, pressing my hand to my hip as I did before spinning to let him see my naked bottom.
"Like them?" I queried as he grabbed the edge of the baby doll and pulled me towards him.
"Oh, yeah!" he grinned. "I
definitely
like," he said, slipping his one hand under the top and onto my bare bottom, his other snaking up under the top to my breasts, mostly bare on top of the shelves. "And these gorgeous little jewels..." he said referring to my nipples, "On display -- for me?"
"Uh-huh," I giggled.
"Umm, this is almost like the one Tonya had in her pictures."
"She was with me when I bought it."
"And the thong?"
"Uh-huh."
He'd moved his mouth forward and had sucked my nipple through the cloth of the baby doll, but now pulled back a bit. "When did you go shopping with Tonya along?" He asked, slightly befuddled, suddenly realizing what I'd said.
"We stopped on the way to the photographer. Tonya decided my lingerie wasn't enough."
"What?" He said, looking up at me. "What photographer?"
"The one that made me your boudoir photos, just like Tonya's." I giggled at his expression. "Want to see them?"
"Oh my god! Yes!" he answered. I reached open and pulled open the drawer on the lamp table beside the couch, exposing two albums -- exactly like Tonya's, one white and the other purple. I only took out the white album, not even acknowledging that the purple was there underneath.
"Happy Anniversary, baby," I said as I slid down onto the couch beside him, and putting the album in our combined lap. He put his arm around me, holding me close as I held the album. I watched as he opened and slowly began to examine the pictures. The pictures were arranged in the order they'd been taken, from fully clothed to semi-nude in the first album. His "oohs" and "aahs" and "that's really sexy" and "I really like that one," were music to my ears.
"I can tell you like them," I said, releasing my grip on the album and sliding my hand over to caress his cock.
"Thank you, baby, those are so sexy," he said when he reached the last page, a replica of the last one in Tonya's album, where my breast was bare, my nipple silhouetted. It was one picture that Emily had purposely tried to replicate, all of us admitting it was one of Tonya's sexiest pics. Obviously, Ryan thought so too, relinquishing looking at the pictures to turn and molest me, his hands pushing the baby doll cover away, his mouth and hands lowering to my bare nipples.
The album began to slip off our knees, I pulled it across me and pushed it into the corner of the couch while Ryan pulled my baby doll up. I lifted my arms leaving me in just my bra and thong, attempting to return the attention to him that he was giving to me. I managed to find his cock in his pants again, but he was in charge -- pushing me back onto the couch and gradually working his way down my body. He didn't take my thong off, just pushing it aside and going down on me, his tongue rapidly driving me over the top. Now kneeling between my legs, he didn't fight moments later when I took his arms and lifted, slipping my hands to his pants and pushing them down, his cock flipping up and free. I spread my legs a bit more, wrapping them around his and pulling him forward until he slipped inside.
"What made you do those?" He asked a while later, both of us momentarily sated.
"Just that I knew you'd like them. The same way you liked Tonya's." I reached for his cock once again, finding him swollen, but not hard. "It did get the response I was hoping for," I giggled, "and just think we didn't even get to the naughty pictures yet."
"What? There's more?" I kissed him and then reached again to the end table, this time pulling out the purple album. I sat down close beside him and slipped it onto our laps again, his now exposed and once again hardening cock protruding upward behind it.
The second album were all nudes. Artful nudes to begin with, they gradually became a bit naughtier, suggestive, and erotic. We took our time, I gave a blow by blow description of what had happened, how there had been several poses between "this" picture and "that" picture of which nothing as spectacular turned out; or there had been two in a row that were just exceptional.
By the time we were halfway through it had been half an hour and Ryan was again rock hard. Relinquishing holding the album, I slid back onto the couch, lying down to where I could use my mouth on him, but see which pictures he was seeing at the same time. By the time we got to the last ones of me playing with my toys, masturbating for the camera, I was well into a full out blowjob. He actually came before we got to the last photos; without hesitation I sucked and swallowed as he came. Although I take him in my mouth regularly, I normally spit afterwards, except when I'm really turned on, and this time -- I just kept sucking and swallowing as mightily turned on as he was, as we both were.
"I haven't ever seen you play with your toys to turn me on before, you've never done that in front of me" he said, his hand caressing my pussy, "and we haven't played with your toys, in quite a while." His panting from my loving on him had dissipated a bit, although I still had the head of his cock in my mouth. "Did you have fun doing that?"
"Uhm, yeah," I whispered. I slithered my tongue around the head of his cock, causing him to shudder again before I pulled off. "I don't need to play with myself very often; you take care of me quite well most of the time."
"Most of the time?" he laughed.
"There are times..." I tactfully worded my answer, "when I like to let my imagination take over... and take care of myself."
"You masturbate?" he asked, seemingly startled by my answer. "I thought you only played with those with me."
"Of course, I masturbate. Just like you do. But I like it when we play with them together most of the time."
His hand had been resting on and rubbing the back of my shoulder, but now slipped over the top once again to find and caress my breast. He didn't acknowledge that I said I knew he masturbated. "Uhm, I really like this bra," he said, his fingers finding my nipple. "I think you should wear it more often."
"I got several of them, but I've been waiting for today to surprise you. They're really comfortable, I may never go back to a normal bra again." He didn't say anything, so I continued. "Would you like that?"
"Oh my god," he responded, his hand sliding down to my other breast.
"Tonya said her husband loved her wearing them too."
"When were you talking to her about that? When you bought these?"
"Before that, when I told her that I knew she'd purposely left her album out for you to see and that I wanted to get similar photos done."
"WHAT? You told her that?"
I giggled. "Uh-huh. It wasn't by chance that I knew she had three albums, we'd sat and looked at them before I took you over and we fucked in her living room."
Apparently putting it all together he said, "She went with you when you bought the lingerie?"
"Uh-huh."
"And when you got the pictures taken?" I nodded.
"She was there the whole time."
"She's seen all of your pictures?" Again, I nodded.
"Oh."
"Even the ones where you..." he paused, apparently afraid to say masturbation, "played with yourself?" I nodded. "And you didn't have any problem doing that?"
"I did, at first, but Emily, the photographer, was really good at setting me at ease, making it seem really natural. She showed us a whole album of other people, singles and couples, masturbating or posing for sex pictures; even some fucking although she said those usually don't turn out to be anything special. She said she never showed that album to anyone except when they were going to do naughty pictures, too, just for ideas of what worked and what didn't. And then she guided me on what to do until I lost myself in my own imagination and then she just took pictures.
