My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the years I haven't minded showing her off occasionally. We are raising a family of two children and a dog in a conservative suburb of a major western city. We both have careers and so our lives are very hectic. I would say that we have managed to have a fairly routine sex life that has been punctuated over the years by some episodes of truly naughty behavior. Those are the subject of the stories I would like to share.
I have encouraged my wife, Carrie, many times over the years to have some "boudoir" pictures taken. I find them very sexy and would love to see my beautiful wife posing. But, it seemed like something that she was never going to go through with on her own.
So one Valentine's Day, I gave us both a gift. I paid for a boudoir session for Carrie with a local photographer, Elizabeth. I chose a woman because I wasn't sure exactly how Carrie was going to react and I thought maybe having a woman doing the photos would increase the chances of her actually going through with it. One of my concerns with a woman photographer, however, was whether the photos would be sexy enough. I explained to Elizabeth that while I liked nice romantic pictures I was also hoping for some that would be a lot more on the wild side. She assured me that she could get Carrie into some very erotic poses and that I had nothing to worry about in that department. I finished the discussion saying that nothing would be to revealing or erotic for my taste and that I looked forward to seeing the photos.
As the day of the photo shoot approached, Carrie began to get nervous about the whole affair. I had intended on tagging along to check things out, but Carrie said that she would be too embarrassed to pose partially naked in front of me and so I was disappointed to be staying home. I had anticipated this problem, however, and had made arrangements with Elizabeth so that she would let me slip in and watch from her office. Her office had a rectangular opening, like a window with no glass that looked into the studio. When all of the lights were turned on for the photographs, the office lay in the shadows and I as long as a sat still I could easily observe all of the action without being noticed.
When the day finally came, I wished Carrie a sexy day and told her that I had to go to an all day meeting and would be back that evening. I drove to the studio and parked down the street. When I saw Carrie park her car and walk in with her wardrobe for the day, I also parked and waited outside the door. After what seemed like an eternity, Carrie went into the dressing room, and Elizabeth opened the door so that I could quietly take up my position in the office.
The studio was quite dark except for a brightly lit area in the middle where all of the lights were focused. On a short platform there was a long bench draped with a red cover in front of a red background. This was obviously going to be the focus of the action and I had a great view from my shadowy location. I was about fifteen feet away would be looking just over the shoulder of the photographer. I was really getting excited about what was soon to happen. Even though I regularly see Carrie naked at home, there was something much more sensual and erotic about seeing her naked in this semi-public situation.
Shortly after I had gotten situated and managed to relax a little, Carrie stepped into the studio area. She was wearing a see-through negligee with a lacey bra and panties underneath. She wasn't really showing more skin than a bikini, but this outfit was designed to inspire lust. And I was suddenly feeling very inspired.
Elizabeth stepped forward to meet her, gushing about how ravishing she looked. Carrie smiled and moved tentatively into the lighted area.
"Okay, Carrie, we just need to make a couple of equipment adjustments and check some light levels and then we'll be ready to get going."
At this point I was very surprised to see a muscular young man in sweat pants and a t-shirt step out of the shadows and start making adjustments on some of the lights. He was tall, athletic, blond, and handsome. I'm not always good at determining whether or not a man will be attractive to women, but even I could tell this man was a hunk. I hadn't anticipated that there would be another man present and I was starting to be concerned that this would put a damper on Carrie's enthusiasm. But she didn't seem surprised to see him and watched him calmly, with a shy school-girl look on her face – I could tell she found him attractive. She had obviously been introduced to him before I came in and was feeling comfortable with him in the room so maybe this would work out after all.
"Okay, Michael, I think we're ready to go," Elizabeth said, breaking the silence. Michael stepped back into the shadows and Elizabeth started to direct Carrie into poses. They stared very conservatively and Carrie and I both quickly forgot about Michael. Carrie was truly a beautiful, sexy model and Elizabeth seemed to be very pleased with how well things were going. A couple of times, Elizabeth had Carrie step out to look at some of the pictures on a monitor and talk about some other possible poses and angles. There was a business-like atmosphere to the whole process.
Once everything had become routine and comfortable, Elizabeth asked Carrie to remove her bra. It wasn't really a question or a command, just a gentle, but firm suggestion. Carrie nodded her head in assent and immediately reached behind her back to unfasten it. Once she had worked the bra out from under the negligee and dropped it off to the side, she took a deep breath and faced the camera again. Carrie's breasts were fully exposed under the see-through fabric and they were fantastic. Her erect nipples suggested her excitement but she also gets a little flushed, especially on her neck and below her ears, when she is becoming sexually aroused. And it was obvious to me that she was becoming very aroused. I could feel myself getting aroused as well. I knew that we would both enjoy these pictures for years to come and I was really happy with my decision to be present. Once the session was over, I was sure Carrie would forgive my intrusion.
When Elizabeth had moved Carrie through several poses, she halted the action for a moment and spoke to Michael about some adjustments in positions of some of the lights. I had forgotten that Michael was out there somewhere in the shadows, and by the surprised look on Carrie's face, I sensed that she had forgotten about him, also. When he stepped up to carry out his instructions, I watched Carrie's reaction carefully. She didn't cover anything up, and she never took her eyes off of him. Once or twice, he seemed to sense that she was watching him and he glanced quickly at her. She smiled and remained as she was, her naked breasts fully exposed to his view. It was obvious to me at this point that Michael's presence wasn't going to create a problem for getting the kind of pictures I was hoping for. As a matter of fact, I was starting to think that Michael was increasing the intensity of the session and my wife was getting ready to really let her hair down. I wasn't too sure how I felt about his unannounced intrusion to the photo session, but I wanted some great photos and maybe he was going to help the process.
As Michael retreated back into the shadows, Elizabeth started her instructions for the next pose. Carrie refocused on the camera and moved accordingly. This time Michael lingered in a position where both Carrie and I could still see that he was there. Carrie seemed to be turned by this and she became much more animated and free about her movements. In just a couple of minutes, Elizabeth asked Carrie to slowly begin to remove her panties. Carrie didn't hesitate and began slowly tugging on the sides. A few shots later her panties were on the floor, and my wife had nothing on but a see-through negligee that left nothing to the imagination. Michael had faded into the background by now but I could tell that Carrie still sensed his presence. And she was really getting into the poses. In one pose she sat on the bench with her back very straight and her hands on the bench in between her legs. In this position, her breasts were pushed forward between her arms and her crotch was covered by her hands. Then she got onto her hands and knees on the bench, with her face toward the camera. She folded her arms with her elbows on the bench and laid her head on her arms. Because her knees were still underneath, her entire backside was wide open to view from the rear. While this angle was not available to the camera, Michael was still out there somewhere, and I was sure that thought had crossed Carrie's mind as well. The power of his unseen presence was encouraging my wife to completely lose her inhibitions. I was getting the pictures I had hoped for and I loved it. Too soon, Elizabeth suggested that Carrie change outfits and Carrie retreated to the dressing room.
After a few minutes Carrie came out in a long black t-shirt that came to about her mid-thigh. Her erect nipples poked playfully at the fabric stretched across her chest and there was a little jiggle as she stepped softly across the floor. She appeared calm, collected and business-like. Elizabeth smiled and placed Carrie in the middle of the lighted area once again and starting directing her through a series of poses. At one point Carrie was facing away from the camera and playfully lifted the back of the t-shirt revealing her bare ass. She was relaxing and I could tell that she was starting to get warmed up again. Then Elizabeth stopped shooting and brought her camera down in front of her.
