A few years ago, my gorgeous wife did a photo shoot, during her holiday to Lithuania. It was at my request and the resulting photos still make me hard today.
So, for our anniversary present I decided that I would take my wife to a photo studio for a boudoir and erotic photo session.
She suspected nothing, and I instructed her to ensure that she had a clean-shaven pussy, nicely manicured fingernails, and I paid for her to have a pedicure at the local salon. Knowing that we were going away and that I have a foot fetish, she never questioned any of my instructions and made sure the technician had painted her toes in a deep sensual red colour, my personal favourite.
I packed the suitcases, making sure to pack a couple of changes of lingerie, with each getting more risqué than the last, to ensure that I got the sexiest photos possible.
As I headed downstairs, I called out for my dearest to join me in the car.
"Babe, it is time to go!!" I called to my wife.
"Coming! I just need to grab my lipstick!" she called back.
As she came out of the house, turning to lock the door, I caught a glimpse of her in the rear-view mirror. Wow, I thought, she looks stunning.
She had chosen to wear a short, black leather skirt, with a 2-inch slit on the left, a casual black top, which was low enough to show some cleavage, and some high heeled sandals, which made her feet look incredibly sexy.
Driving along, she asked: "What are we going to do today?"
The hotel check-in wasn´t until 18:00, but I obviously had the plan, and it was time to get it rolling.
I looked over and smiled "I have a surprise for you!", I replied.
She took the bait and continued trying to get the answer out of me, but I was not going to ruin the surprise and run the risk of her not going through with the photo shoot, especially as it was a stranger that would be taking the shots.
The drive to the photo studio was around 3 hours, giving me plenty of time to imagine the shots that I wanted to be taken, my cock was stirring in my jeans as I drove and when glancing over to see if she had noticed I got a view of the sheer black thong that she was wearing, as her skirt had ridden up her thighs.
She saw me looking and pulled it down to cover herself, blushing a little as she did so, I made sure to make it obvious that I was adjusting myself and her blushing quickly abated, and she took a long look at my growing member.
She adjusted herself in her seat, and the skirt once again rode up exposing her sheer thong, but this time she did little to hide it, knowing that I was getting me horny. She reached her hand across the gear stick and began to slowly stroke my leg, each stroke getting closer to my hard on before she brushed over it and gave it a squeeze.
My heart was racing, and I was hoping that she would continue, which she did, unbuttoning my jeans to reveal my new, white boxers, which I had bough especially for the upcoming photo shoot, she purred her delight and continued to stroke my shaft through the thin cotton material.
I was beginning to ooze precum, which made the material slightly more see-through. In one swift movement my cock was free, and my wife wrapped her fingers around it, moving them slowly to its base, before pulling back up, all the way to the engorged head.
It was painfully slow, but it felt great. She continued the pleasurable torture for a few minutes, as my breathing became shallower as we headed off the freeway and into the suburbs, I thought she was going to stop, but she continued my rock-hard shaft on view to anyone that could see it.
My wife continued stroking slowly as I turned into the parking lot of the photo studio.
"Darling, are we here for the photo studio?" she asked.
She continued to move her hand on my shaft, the pressure increasing slightly which was brining me close to cumming, but I was determined not to blow a load in the car, I wanted to make sure I saved a huge cum shower for my wife later in the afternoon.
"Babe, you are going to have to stop rubbing my cock!" I said with a hint of disappointment.
"You want me to do another photo session?" she questioned again, desperate for an answer.
"Yes, my darling, you are going to be the muse for a burlesque photo shoot. I arranged it all for you, because I wanted some more amazing photos of you" I said calmly, my imagination running away from me.
"But I am not dressed appropriately. I mean I haven´t even done my make-up ready!" She said as she began to panic.
"Don´t worry, I have packed a special bag of clothes and part of the experience is a full make up and hair session before you begin". I replied.
"You planned all of this, didn´t you?" my wife scowled.
"Yep!" I said as I leant over to give her a reassuring kiss.
As I got out of the car, I readjusted my still hard penis, so that I could pull my jeans back on, trying to hide it as best I could. I walked round to the passenger door and opened it, ushering my wife out. I purposely looked down at her crotch as she got out of the car and there was a definite wet patch between her legs, I knew she would love it!
Standing, she pulled her skirt down to just below her ass cheeks and slowly followed me into the studio, which was clean and professional looking, we saw some of the previous photos, and my wife was pleasantly surprised at how classy the photos were.
Which put her at ease. After a few minutes of waiting the photographer, Lucy came out.
Lucy was a little younger than myself and my wife, but the certificates and diplomas she had proudly displayed on the wall behind the reception desk proved that she was an experienced and competent photographer.
Long blonde hair flowed down her back to the top of her skin-tight jeans, she had blue eyes and wore a minimal amount of make-up. Lucy wasn´t the most beautiful of women, but she had a wonderful figure, her legs were long, finishing with a pert arse, that was hugged tightly by her jeans. She wore a plain white vest top, with a plunging neckline that showed off what looked like a set of D cup breasts.