My wife is an amateur photographer and loves to take all sorts of photography, from life scenes in a busy city, to rustic old structures and machinery from days gone by. We had been out driving around our city and happened to be down by the river near some old factories and warehouses. These buildings had stopped being productive members of society long ago and were basically just shells of their former selves. All the windows, doors, and some roofs were gone, leaving just the basic steel and concrete structure. Scrap hounds had gutted the interiors, and graffiti artists were the new decorators. Even with all the aging and vandalism, they were still photo worthy subjects.
Anyway, we pulled next to one derelict old structure, my wife put the car in park and turning towards me in the passenger seat asked, "Wanna have some fun?"
"Sure, what do you have in mind?" I replied.
"Do you trust me?" She asked.
"Of course I do, but now I'm getting nervous," I respond.
"No reason the be scared, just do as I tell you and we'll both have a great time." As she says this, she reaches over and places her hand in my crotch, lightly massaging my soft cock.
I should take a moment to explain something, I am an exhibitionist, or I should say I'd like to be. Opportunity is really the only thing stopping me. I have expressed several fantasy scenarios to my wife, from serving nude at her parties, to forced masturbation in front of her and/or her friends, to being nude in various semi-public locations, i.e. hiking trails, mostly deserted camp grounds, etc. I don't want to be naked on a public street (or do I?), but out in remote areas adds a bit of excitement for me. Anyway, as I said, I have related many of my fantasies to my wife, so far without any action on her part. But it appears as if my luck may be changing.
Back to the present.
My wife was looking at me while slowly massaging my stiffening member. There was a certain conspiratorial look in her eyes, I have seen it before, and it has always resulted in fun times. Feeling that I was now fully erect, she pulls her hand away and tells me to get out and stand in front of the car.
Once I am standing outside, I see my wife pull her camera out and begin to take shots of me. Leaning out the window, she says, "Take off your shirt," then adds, "Slowly," while continuing to take more photos.
I slowly pull my t-shirt up, stopping every so often at my wife's direction, finally pulling it over my head and all the way off.
"Throw it on the hood." she directs.
Tossing my shirt on the hood, I await her next instruction. Not knowing where this is going or how far she will take it has me harder than ever and it is very obvious now that my shirt is not available to cover the bulge in my shorts.
Taking full advantage of my condition she tells me to, "Turn sideways."
This gives her a profile of my tented shorts and more photo opportunities.
"Show me."
I begin to walk over to her side of the car, but she stops me by saying, "No, stand where you are and pull your shorts down so I can see!"
At this point I am so excited I am trembling. Hooking my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts I begin to slowly lower them. The elastic band is pulling my erection down and you can plainly see my cleanly shaven crotch and the root of my cock against my groin.
I can hear the rapid fire of the camera shutter as my wife snaps frame after frame. I pull the waistband further out allowing my cock to spring up, slapping against my stomach. Taking my hands away from the shorts, the elastic holds my erection close to my body. All that is visible is the purple, swollen head sticking out above the waist band.
"Perfect! Hold that pose," as she continues to take more shots of me.
I should note that she has yet to exit the car, taking all of the photos up to this point through the windshield, so it should make for some very interesting voyeuristic photos.
"Put your hand in your shorts," is my next command.
Sliding my right hand into my shorts, I hear the shutter repeatedly going off, my wife is capturing the events as they unfold.
"Play with your nipples with the other hand."
While holding my erect cock, I move my left hand over my nipples feeling them stand up into little nubs. Looking directly into the car, I pull my left nipple out as far as I can stand it while slowly stroking my cock in my shorts.
More camera clicking can be heard, she must have it on continuous shooting now.
My hands feel so good and I get lost in a bit of self pleasure, I am pulled back to reality when I hear.
"Push your shorts to your knees, and continue to stroke yourself."
I push my shorts to my knees as directed, spreading them slightly to keep my shorts from falling to my ankles. This is an extremely lewd image and only makes my cock throb even more.
More shutter clicks while she has me turn in various directions and hold different poses, all with my hand on my protruding member.
"Take them all the way off and throw them on the hood with your shirt."
Everything was pretty tame until this point as I felt fairly safe since I could pull my shorts up quickly if anyone were to show up. I didn't think she would take things this far as she usually gets more embarrassed than I do at my exhibitionistic scenarios.
This latest order has my stomach in knots, I really want to comply, but being completely naked and exposed in such an open place is scary in its own right.
Excited, scared, nervous, and most of all hard as hell, I push my shorts to my feet and step out of them. As I stand up I can hear my wife working the camera at higher speeds than I have heard before. Good thing it's a digital, otherwise she would have run out of film long ago.
My wife continued to pose me in several more positions, front on, back side, bent over showing my ass. She especially liked this position, and had me spread my cheeks apart so she could, "Zoom in on my puckered hole." As she put it.
I think by far, her favorite position for me was standing sideways so she could see my erection jutting out from my waist, she repeatedly had me thrust my hips back and forth to make my cock bounce up and down.
She is still giggling as she gets out of the car, walks around front and takes my clothes from the hood. I thought she was going to toss them to me and have me get dressed. But no, she tossed them in the car and then hits the "lock" button on the key fob and tosses the fob in her camera bag.
She starts walking towards the abandoned building beside us, calling over her shoulder, "Grab my camera bag and follow me Bill."
I go around the car and grab the bag, hustling over to her, my erection pointing the way and bobbing as I run. I have another confession to make, along with being naked, I love the feeling of having an erection, so much so, that if it wasn't dangerous I would take Viagra every day just to stay hard!
My wife stops in front of the building and tells me, "Climb up and stand in the doorway."
Most of the steps are missing, having crumbled over the years, so I'll have to stretch to climb up.
Putting my foot up into the doorway I reach up and try to grab onto the old door frame to help me pull myself up.
Just as I find a suitable grip and start to pull myself up my wife decides to help. Sliding her hand into my ass crack she finds and tickles my anus saying, "Here, let me give you a boost."
I'll tell you, it's one thing to have your ass played with when you are expecting it, but when you are not expecting it, it can really come as a shock. Her "boost" launched me up and over the threshold like I was an Olympic high jumper.
Once in the doorway, she has me pose as if I am looking out the door, staring off into the distance. She takes pictures from all angles; straight on, from the side, even underneath looking up at my dangling balls and jutting hard-on.