I had always wanted to get you to do a naughty photo shoot for me, something we could enjoy again and again. Now, you had a great body, and when you were young, loved to show it off, but did so less and less lately which was a real shame. I would love to see you in some erotic poses. And if you were up for it then so be it. We had an agreement.
You said that a friend of yours knew this photographer who specialized in boudoir or glamour photos, sexy but not obscene pictures. Since it was your friend and I knew she was a naughty slut, having played in the hot tub with her, I was looking forward to her suggesting it, I felt very excited. So, I checked out the photographer. I was relieved to find that he was an over the hill, unattractive, overweight man. He seemed professional enough and showed me some of his work, which looked good. He revealed he did this kind of work on a part time basis, aside from his regular photography. So, I came away from the meeting satisfied that all was as advertised and having made an appointment for two weeks' time I was very excited. I told you I had been and booked the shoot and you looked excited too. I told you to go and get your waxing done ready just in case.
I told the photographer that it would sexy shots of you in lingerie, to start with and possibly a few nudes or semi-nudes depending on how comfortable you felt. He said he was willing and able to do what we wanted. Now I was very interested in seeing you photographed, and after speaking to you I knew you were looking forward to it as well. I admit I was excited by the prospect. I even told you that I imagined you would get excited too in front of the lens. You laughed at the thought, stating that you doubted you would be able to go too far in front of a stranger, I knew better.
The day before the shoot I told you I wanted you to do naked pics as well as sexy lingerie too. I told you that I wanted to see you posing in and out of your underwear, not just some lingerie shots. I was hoping that in the right mood you might get even more daring. The rest of the day before the shoot, you were nervous as hell, I was excited in anticipation. All our spare moments were spent contemplating the event. you even shopped (with your friend) for some especially sexy outfits that you refused to show me - making me even more eager for the photo shoot. I wondered about the outfits as I knew she was a dirty girl. She was advising you, both on your purchases and the kinds of poses you should do. If she could persuade you to be more daring than normal, it would be an amazing experience. I felt it would be a day of surprises is it went to plan and was very hard at the thought.
The day finally arrived and we drove the 5 odd miles to the photographer's studio. Nerves were apparent, but on arrival you seemed happy and relaxed, and it was me that was nervous. Your breasts and nipples were on display under your tight blouse, they were large and you always received your fair share of attention from men of all ages. You were wonderfully proportioned, with a hourglass figure, and a nice round ass.
You stretched over to the back seat of the car to pick up your clothes bag, the contents of which I still had not seen. At the door of the studio, John the photographer introduced himself to you and immediately put you at ease by his cool manner. I feel it also helped that he was an older man, but nonetheless easy to converse with. He wore a tight tee shirt over his small paunch. The studio we were ushered us into was very warm, lit brightly by two large lamps. Yet I was surprised that he was dressed so casually, I was not disappointed since he did not intimidate me the way a more put together man might have. I felt more at ease that someone like him and not a threat would be seeing my wife naked, it was not exactly the first time I had shown you off but the first time like this.
"Your wife is a very sexy looking woman," He told me as you popped behind a curtain to change in to your first outfit like John had asked you too. All very upfront and professional.
I thought he was enjoying the thought of seeing you stripped down, and this excited me, as I watching him set up his equipment in front of a makeshift bed. And sofa. "You two been married long?" John said as he set up. "About 6 years," I told him.
He continued some pointless small talk as we waited for the session to begin. Relaxing me in to a chair as you got ready. He looked at his watch several times, knowing that we had already agreed upon a price despite the time it took for the shoot. When you finally appeared, you looked amazing, even better than my over active imagination could have pictured. You wore a purple all-in-one outfit - as short as to be mistaken for short shorts - but a second glance unveiled that it was a skirt of sort - so tight as to appear almost painted across the contour of your sexy buttocks. The top half it was joined onto was just as tight, with two flimsy button straps supporting the whole outfit upon your gorgeous body.
I think the sight equally shocked John too, as I saw him adjust himself in a most obvious way. He was then standing behind the camera, clicking furiously. I wondered why you had opted for such an outfit instead of something more traditional for this kind of shoot, but figured this was our friends' hand in the selection. You sat in front of me on the end of the sofa, shoulders back, perfect contours and accentuated by the skimpy, clingy material. I was very pleasantly and I was sure you could see my hard cock through my trousers as you sat there.
You posed naturally, well as natural as you can when dressed in such a way. As he spoke to you, he asked you to move and you lifted your legs to kneel atop the sofa, I caught a glimpse of the smooth mound that surrounded your pussy- I could see now that there was no way you could have worn panties under the outfit? John was busy clicking away talking to you all the time, urging you to press your hands into your breasts - he continued to click the camera as you responded by doing just as he asked. Wow! What had gotten into you, this was going better than I could have hoped for. I loved it. When John called for you to take five while he changed the film in his camera, you came straight over and sat on my lap. I knew you could now feel as well as see my rock-hard cock as you sank your mouth on to mine and kissed me deeply. "Well, what do you think?" you asked giggling and grinding on to my hard cock, "Do you like watching your wife?" I was thrilled. John was busy loading more film. I dared to let my hand slide its way up inside the tightness of material covering her thighs, I could feel how wet you were and knew you were enjoying this as much as I was.
Right then John told you to get ready for the next shoot. You disappeared from view, leaving me-and-my raging-hard on eager to witness more of the same in the second part. John smiled at me seeing the state of my hard on. He asked how I was enjoying it and I smiled back and said so far so good.
"She's just changing into something else," I told him, a hungry expression on my face.
