The photos -- four of them, 8-1/2 by 11-inch prints on thick, high-quality stock -- hit me like a bolt of current, making my heart race with arousal. They were gorgeous, incredibly sexy and beautifully shot with the kind of glow and mood you find in classic erotic photography. Best of all, they were of my 48-year old wife.
"They're for you, for Valentine's Day," she said, a little sheepishly but obviously hopeful.
"They're absolutely....stunning," I said, never dreaming that she had it in her to do something like this. Maggie wasn't a prude, but our sex life had been pretty straight-forward. We'd taken a few playful Polaroids early in our relationship, but nothing after. Life and kids quickly overran our time and ability to do more than make quick, furtive love when we got the chance and had the energy -- which was now maybe once a month -- and while it was always comfortable, we never pushed the envelope beyond routine -- peeling off parts of each other's night clothes, some quick feels, maybe some brief oral sex and then the main course.
Now, here she was --- nude, except for black nylons, sitting on a furry white seat in a richly-appointed room, her back to the camera but turned so her right breast, its nipple fully erect, was in profile. The look in her eyes was dreamy and her long chestnut hair hung down her back. Her ass looked creamy and voluptuous.
In the second photo, she was naked except for a sheer, almost diaphanous gown, peeling it off to reveal herself as she stood by the same bed, as if about to enter for a night of passionate lovemaking.
In the third shot, she was lying on her stomach on a bed with a black velvet spread, wearing only a black bustier. garter belt, and nylons, reading an erotic novel with red rose petals sprinkled around her. The photo was black and white, but the petals were vivid red. Again, her bare ass looked luscious.
In the fourth shot, she was nude, lying on her back, her hair splayed across a huge white pillow, lust in her eyes and her legs spread wide as if inviting her lover to come taste the open rosebud lips of her neatly trimmed pussy.
"These are amazing...."
"You really like them?" she said.
"Are you kidding? I never dreamed...but, I mean, I always knew you looked great, but..."
With the demands of mid-life, she began to feel unsexy. She explained how one morning while the kids were in school and I was at work, she had stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom....
Maggie was still wearing the t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms she had slept in, and her hair was tousled. The image in the mirror vaguely depressed her. She looked and felt tired and overweight, wondering how she could have allowed herself to put on extra 10 pounds.
On the bed was the newspaper she'd been reading at breakfast, open to a story about a local photographer who specialized in "boudoir" – sensual and even highly erotic portraits of women that were intended to help them reaffirm their beauty and sexuality while captivating and stimulating the viewer.
"I got started by photographing my friends," Michelle Farland, the photographer explained in the story. "I love sexuality and eroticism. It excites me, and my subjects, to captaure their joy, beauty and passion in their sexual expression. I collaborate with my subjects to create images of their own eroticism, sensuality, sexuality, fantasies, fetishes, desires, relationships. I am always seeking that real, erotically-charged moment. So much is revealed and the photos are so much more powerful when my subject is actually sexually aroused during our session. It depends on how deeply a subject is able to access her sexuality, how well we connect creatively. It's essential that I get my subject and what her turn-on is."
The passage and the idea of posing nude had turned Maggie on, enough to make her leave the kitchen and go upstairs to the bedroom, but the image in the mirror dimmed the charge. Peeling off her t-shirt she gazed at her breasts – still firm although she could swear they had sagged somewhat – and her round, pink nipples which grew erect in the cool air. Cupping her breasts, she let them flop and bounce, turning in profile.
It was then that her disdainful gaze moved to her hips and rear. She'd always been a bit bottom-heavy but she considered her ass the best feature of her figure. I fully agreed and she knew it. Yet now she felt fat as she looked at herself. Pulling down her pajama bottoms, she stood in her powder blue panties, turning her back to the mirror and noticing how they had ridden up into the cleft of her ample buttocks. As she pulled her panties down, the sight consoled her. Her ass was still toned and without cellulite, the sexy cheeks almost tear-dropped in shape.
Turning again, she kicked off her panties and stood in front of the mirror. She didn't much like the little belly she'd sprouted and her pubic hair was overgrown, but she was grateful for the shape her round hips and thighs were in.
Heading for the dresser, Maggie fetched a battery-powered hairclippers and proceeded to trim her pubic hair, reddish tufts landing on the carpet as she left a small inverted triangle on the bulge of her mons. The vibrations of the shaver restored her lust, and she could feel herself getting wet as she gazed at her pussy, the hood of her clitoris now visible. Placing her right foot on a cedar chest, she ran the shaver on each side of her labia, removing the last wisps. Palming her moist sex, the skin felt a little stubbly, so she decided to shave in the shower. Just not yet...
Sitting on the bed nude except for her socks, she grabbed the newspaper and read: "For erotic shoots. I prefer to work with women. Women often share some level of common sexual experience and eroticism. I also think they are more comfortable being naked around each other and even sharing sexual pleasure, especially when they are close friends. The female body is so attractive, and our society encourages it, unlike with men. That makes communication and collaboration easier. "
Maggie let her hand roam across her thigh and down to her pussy. She imagined posing and wondered how she would look. Farland insisted that many women of all shapes and sizes had come in feeling bad about their bodies and, after posing nude or in some sensual way, had left feeling stunned by their own beauty and sexual power. They'd also enjoyed the experience of posing while deeply aroused. Many women had done the photos for their lovers and husbands, and with Valentine's Day coming up, Maggie wondered if I would like such a gift.
There was also her long-held but never acknowledged desire to be seen nude and to act openly sexual in front of others, especially women. She had enjoyed our trips to the local clothing-optional beach, but had expressed a fear of doing more when we shared our fantasies one night while we were dating.
The newspaper story mentioned the photographer's website. Moving over to the computer in the alcove of our bedroom, Maggie sat down and signed on. She eagerly read Farland's reassurance that full nudity wasn't necessary, and after viewing several well-done galleries of glamour shots, felt herself eargerly visiting the boudoir section.
There she saw everything from fit women with almost perfect figures to the plump and slightly homely. Some were partially and even fully clothed, others were completely naked and, in the erotic section, still others were more than sexually suggestive – one woman, a young blonde of about college age, was masturbating and in the throes of obvious orgasm, but they all looked beautiful and utterly sexy in the lush settings and myriad degrees of lighting and tone. Maggie swallowed hard and wondered if she could do such a thing ... while feeling a bolt of sexual excitement that wouldn't quite fade.
Back on the bed, Maggie lay back, propped herself up with the pillows and gazed at her nude image in the mirror. Her hands played across her breasts, and when she spread her legs, the sight of her nearly bald pussy made her very excited. She gently fingered her clit and explored the moisture in her vagina, a fantasy of posing nude overcoming her, bringing orgasm near...
Maggie's mind drifted back to a night in college when her dorm held a naked slumber party for female coeds. Too shy to expose herself, she remained in her pajamas while her best friends Kathy and Barbara cavorted in the nude with 10 or 20 other students. With wine flowing and joints being passed, a sexual tension filled the dorm and Maggie had watched Kathy go down on Barbara in front of everyone during a game of Truth or Dare. Another woman agreed to a dare and licked her friend's ass as everyone looked on.
Feeling desperately turned on, but too afraid to acknowledge it, Maggie had always fantasized about participating. And now, in her mind, she was -- as her finger lightly teased her clit before working into her slick, extremely wet pussy. Moaning, she spread her juices on her anus, imagining Kathy's tongue there and Farland capturing it all on camera.....
Coming hard, Maggie cried out and rode the crest of her ecstasy. As it faded, she lay there in dreamy contentment for several minutes before taking her shower. Thoughts of posing consumed the rest of her day, and the following morning, she called Farland and made an appointment.
Farland, a slightly chunky woman in her early 30s with close-cropped black hair and intense green eyes, turned out to be warm and pleasant, putting Maggie almost immediately at ease eve though she was a little dismayed to realize how much younger the photographer was. Maggie felt herself trembling slightly as she rang the doorbell, but once inside, Farland grasped her hand warmly and ushered her into her studio. Serving a fresh cup of coffee, Farland seated Maggie at her desk.
"So, you're Maggie. What would you like to create?"
Maggie was not quite sure, but she mentioned a Valentine's Day gift for me and Farland asked, "How sexy would you like it to be?"
"That depends," Maggie laughed, a little nervously. "On how I look. I haven't been photographed naked in 15 years...."
"We can go for anything from sweet and coy to a classic bordello mood to downright kinky," Farland said. "It depends on where you heart and turn-ons are. Sometimes my subjects don't really know until they get into it. We'll just start slow and see how you feel. Our goal will be to make you feel really good about yourself and turn your husband on when he sees the photos."
Maggie nodded and during the course of the conversation admitted that she wanted to try for romantic and erotic. Farland suggested bringing some lingerie or favorite pieces of clothing that make Maggie feel sexy. They scheduled another appointment for a morning three days later.
From there, the shoot was all Maggie could think of. She lay awake at night, imagining it and getting wet, quietly pleasuring herself while I slept. The trip to the local store that sells sexy clothing, erotic video and other goodies was anxious but enervating. She wondered if she would be seen by someone she knew, and came away with a black garter belt, nylons, the sheer robe and the bustier, which she hid in the trunk, hoping I wouldn't discover them.
The morning of the shoot, Maggie couldn't wait for us to leave. She was nervous and turned on, masturbating herself to the brink of orgasm in the shower, but holding off ro fortify her courage, eager for that moment when her panties came down in front Farland, but questioning herself. On the drive to the studio, part of her couldn't wait to take her clothes off. The other part was afraid of what she would see later.
The studio ws all set when she arrived, the bed with the black velvet comforter surrounded by soft lights and other equipment. Maggie was wearing jeans and a sweater, and Farland began by taking some basic portraits as she sat on the bed. When Farland displayed them on her computer screen, Maggie felt encouraged enough to keep going. She looked prettier than she had imagined.
