Wife's Hot Photo Session

Husband convinces his wife 47, to pose for a neighbour's camera

Me and Jane have lived on our street for a few years now, we moved to the coast to enjoy our early retirement. It's a quiet street with around ten houses. I'm Steve 51, Jane my wife a young 47. She still looks good, blonde hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes, long fabulous legs, and a fantastic figure, regular trips to the gym in our basement make sure of that; and the fact she studied ballet during her teenage years. We have been married almost 20 years, and after working hard building our supply company we decided to sell-up and live our life at a slower pace, take life easy.

Each day me and Jane would walk the dog, often stopping and chatting with our neighbours, but we've never got to know them, other than to say a polite hello, and exchange our thoughts on the weather, and local gossip.

However, six months ago a new neighbour moved into the corner house. An elderly fella probably in his mid 60s. He clearly looked after himself he was always well turned-out. His skin was rugged and well tanned, he had an upright stature of around 6 ft, a grey goatee beard, and not an inch of fat on his aged body. He always carried a walking-stick, not as an aid for walking; but more as a fashion accessory.

I guess you would call him a Dandy: He took immense pride in his appearance, in the way he dressed and his grooming.

On his drive, his pride and joy a 1963 MKII Jaguar, gun-metal grey, wire-wheels, the paintwork, and chrome pristine.

Together they cut a dashing pair, straight from the front cover of a classic car magazine.

Over the next couple of months, me and Jane got to know him and exchanged pleasantries, he was the type of guy you felt would be a good drinking partner, a good guest at a dinner party. My wife loved his company, she confided in me that when she walked alone with the dog she would often stop and chat; she enjoyed his flirtatious nature. This could explain why Jane took a little extra time getting ready for her dog walks, a little more makeup, and her dog walking attire more suited to the gym.

And that's how it was: until, one morning I was on my way home when Frank called me over as I passed his gate, and asked if 'I fancied a drink? '

"Yes, why not." I said, as I flipped the latch on his iron gate.

He invited me in; His house was as to be expected, well kept, slick, modern, and minimalist furniture. It had framed pictures on the walls, of ladies: when I say ladies, these were glamour pictures, ladies with little on, nothing crude just nice pictures the type you might find in a lady's fashion mag or lingerie catalog.

Frank walked over to his drink cabinet. "What will you have?" He asked, "I have some nice malt Whisky."

"Whiskey sounds good." I replied, adding "As it comes if that's ok."

"Good man Steve, don't want to ruin a good malt." As he poured a generous glug.

He brought the drinks over and we settled down in his lounge and chatted about nothing in-particular, passing opinion about our neighbours, what brought him to this part of the south coast, and a long discussion about his pride and joy parked on his drive. However, it was not long before we got onto the question of the framed pictures on the wall.

"I like the pictures Frank, past girlfriends?" I said jokingly.

He laughed. "I wish, no I was a professional photographer; it's a collection of my work. I specialised mainly glamour stuff for various magazines, publications, and publicity Photo- shoots."

Me and Jane often thought about what Franks profession may have been. Jane's first thought was a retired porn star; I was never sure if she was serious.

"So, are you still working Frank?" I asked

Frank took a large sip on his malt. "No!" he said. "I stopped working a few years back, I still do odd commissions, but other than that it's just a hobby now. My equipment is stored in the summer house at the end of the garden. I keep saying I will set it back up but haven't got round to it; it is surprisingly difficult to find models these days. Mind you, your Jane would make a perfect model if you don't mind me saying."

He caught me by surprise. "You think so?" I said," Jane would be flattered; but I am not sure she would be up for it, I certainly would not have any objections; in fact, it sounds like it could be fun."

Frank smiled and continued "She has a fantastic figure, but I don't need to tell you that. Serious there is no way I would ask if I didn't think she would be suitable."

He paused for a moment. "The pictures she would pose for, you could hang on your lounge wall, much like the ones you see hanging here," he pointed up at the pictures on his wall.

He continued to fill me in ....

"There is no way I would ask your Jane to do anything she didn't feel comfortable with, look Steve, let me leave it with you, you have a chat with Jane, or-not, I will leave it with you."

And he did 'leave it with me,' we finished our drinks, had a couple more, chatted over how he got into photography, and how he developed his skills moving into becoming a lighting engineer, and camera man for various movie companies, telling me. 'That was whole new area' and he would tell me all about it next time we hit the whiskey bottle.

....

Me and Jane returned from our date night out, it was something we did every month, we had quite a few drinks, probably more than a few, but we still managed to stay coherent, coherent enough to give the taxi driver our address to get us back home.

We slumped on the sofa, and I made us both a black coffee, and we sat giggling like a couple of teenagers laughing at nothing in particular, just laughing. The night out was good, we danced, we sang, oh! and we kissed, which gave the taxi driver something other than traffic to watch in his rear-view mirror. Now we relaxed on the sofa reflecting on a wonderful evening.

It had been a couple of days since me & Frank had had our chat, and I was thinking this maybe the right time to put Franks proposal to Jane.

I had had two days of me working out how to tell Jane of Franks proposal, two days of me imagining the different scenarios, two days of my cock rising every time I thought them through.

"Jane," I said, as I set my cup down on the coffee-table.

"Jane, I have something to ask you."

"Ooooh! sounds serious." She replied laughing as she tried to raise her coffee cup to her mouth.

Jane looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, I continued "I was chatting with Frank the other day, and I found out what he did for a living."

"Did we get close with any of our guesses?" she asked, adding.

"Please tell me he was a porn star."

"Nope!" I replied. "He is a retired glamour photographer, he still dabbles, but more as a hobby. He wants you to pose for him."

As soon as I said it, I thought to myself that was a bit blunt and bold, even for someone who's had far too much to drink. Jane didn't say anything, she didn't throw her coffee over me, which I guess was a good sign. She turned and kissed me.

"let's go to bed," she said gathering her things together. "you've had far too much to drink."

"I'm serious," I said, "he asked me if you would be interested in being his photographic model."

"And what did you say?" she asked

"I said I would talk to you, and now I have, it wouldn't be anything too naughty, just you in lingerie; you know like glamour magazine stuff, we are not talking pornographic."

"I would hope not Steven." her tone had hardened

she called me Steven when she was angry with me, but she wasn't angry, I'm not sure what she was, but she wasn't angry. She continued drinking her coffee and the room fell silent for a few minutes.

I was first to break the silence....

"Look me and Frank were chatting over a drink and he told me what his profession was and one thing led to another and he asked the question, and now I'm asking you, if I'm honest, and I've seen his handy work, I think it would be great; I certainly wouldn't have any objection."

"Wow!" She said looking surprised, "you really have thought this thru haven't you Steven! and you would be happy with me prancing around in my lingerie in-front of our neighbour while he took snapshots."

"They are not snap-shots." I said, as I grabbed my coffee from the table and took another sip.

Jane response was swift. "Ok sorry, photograph's, of your wife in her underwear, sorry lingerie, Im flattered, but I would need to know a lot more before I make any commitment, a lot, lot more."

And thats where it ended, we both decided it was probably time for bed. I was disappointed with how it went, thinking I could have done a better job if I were sober.

We lay in bed chatting; we talked for a long-time going through how we both felt about the possibility of this photo- shoot happening.

"OK! Enough talk, Time to sleep," Jane said as she gave one of those fake type yawns and stretched her arms out above her head.

"You dirty fucker." she said as she reached down and felt my rock-hard cock.

I reached down and dragged my fingers across her now very wet pussy. "You dirty fucker." I said

All the talk of what Jane would wear, what sort of images may come from it, would she dare to go topless, or even naked, how we would feel about Jane's body on display to this rather dishy 60-year-old Dandy photographer. Yes, all this talk got us in the mood for sex, and boy were we in the mood.

We fucked, we didn't make love, we fucked, we fucked like we hadn't fucked for such a long time. It was so good, so incredibly good, and brought on by the thoughts of what may lay ahead in the summer house at the end of our neighbours back garden.

My job was done, there was no way she was going to say no, not after sex like that, and I was excited about the whole idea.

That morning at breakfast, apart from a few questions around when, what she should wear, and how it would all come together, the deal was almost done.

We agreed we would walk along to Franks place and give him the good news, subject of-course agreeing a few boundaries (although I was happy to go with the flow) which me and Jane had not really covered in real detail.

A short walk and we were standing at his door looking at each other, clearly one of us needs to knock, that's obvious I thought, but for some reason we both stood there frozen staring at each other. Turns out we didn't need to Knock Frank had seen us coming up his drive, and the door swung open. We both turned, still nothing, neither of us spoke just stood there like naughty school kids.

"Hope it's good news you've come to tell me." Frank said.

"Please tell me it's a yes."

We both nodded.

"Great! That is great news, come on in." Frank sounded incredibly pleased.

He took us thru to his lounge, where we stopped for a while, Frank talked through the pictures on the wall with Jane. He talked in detail about them and said that he was sure 'Janes would be good to put alongside the ones already on his lounge wall': and they were good, they were incredibly good, and I could see Jane felt the same as she admired his handy work.

"If you can make me look half as good as that, then I'm all yours." she said, her confidence growing by the minute.

Frank added to that confidence. "Trust me Jane, you will look great, I promise; you will not be disappointed. Let's all go and look at my studio, I have spent the last few days working on it."

We made our way to the end of the garden to his makeshift studio. It was a large wooden building with a veranda, white balustrades, and steps leading to large double doors.

Inside it was one large room, big enough to hold a good-sized party, with lots of studio equipment, lighting rigs, props, walls draped with white sheets, and one of those free-standing screens that you would use to dress behind, or in Jane's case dress and undress. It was impressive [ especially as last time we spoke he said he hadn't got round to sorting his studio out] he showed us around explaining how things worked, the various lighting rigs and the area behind the screen where Jane would prepare for the session. On the wall a full-length mirror, a dressing table with a make up mirror and a clothes rail with a dozen or so hangers.

"That's it," Frank said "This is my studio, I hope it's not put you off."

"I love it Frank," Jane said "And no it hasn't put me off, in fact I am quite excited. I am sure we are going to have fun, I just hope I can deliver the goods."

Frank then filled us in on a few details. "Jane, just so you are clear, all the decisions regarding. What to wear, make up, hair, shoes, and accessories, are all down to you. You have seen the sort of pictures I take so that should give you a good idea of the sort of outfits you will need. Do either of you have any questions?"

Me and Jane looked at each other and both shook our heads, telling Frank simultaneously "No, no questions."

We agreed over coffee in his kitchen that Friday 9pm was the best for everybody. So, Friday it was.

The following day Jane decided to go thru her wardrobe, and as is the case with most women she declared she had 'nothing to wear.' She told me that a shopping trip was the best thing, but insisted she would do it 'alone.' I must be honest I was looking forward to a shopping trip in the lady's lingerie departments. But Jane insisted that alone was best, as she wanted to surprise me when she made her appearance from behind the screen on Friday evening.

"Trust me," Jane said

"I aim to give you and Frank a real treat."

Wow! Jane was up for this, and she had a clear idea how she wanted it to go. The sudden realisation of what my wife was about to do dawned on me, and I was loving it. I imagined the scene in my head over and over again, ever since that meeting with Frank a few days ago. I just hope, the scenes in my head; would be as good in reality.

Jane took great care not to give away what outfits she had bought, only to say she had three, which in her words.' Would become increasingly more revealing'

This was building to become a Friday in my life, and I hope Jane's life, we will not forget.

.........

Friday arrived, finally! seemed like an age since we started planning this with Frank. I sat with Jane as she did her make up before we walked the short distance to Franks place. We agreed that if either of us felt uncomfortable about the situation we would pull the plug lights-out, we both laughed and saw the funny side, and it helped to relieve the tension. She packed a suitcase taking care not to spill the beans on the outfits she had packed.

Jane turned to me "are you nervous? because I am."

"Not nervous no, excited." I said

She kissed me. "I love You Steve."

"Ditto," I said (a reference to one of our favourite scenes in the movie Ghost)

We walked the short distant to Franks place, me carrying Jane's suitcase full of her stuff, I say stuff because I was still completely in the dark about what was in the case and what delights she had lined up for me and Frank.

As we approached Franks house Jane giggled. "If we bump into any of our Neighbours, they will think we are heading off to some holiday destination, if only they knew, we were off to a shed at the end of Franks Garden."

We arrived in plenty of time, Frank greeted us at the door, and we followed him through the house and out the back down to the large summer house. Inside It was warm and inviting, a table to one side had drinks laid out, glasses, ice bucket full to overflowing, and three chairs. Frank asked me to take charge of the drinks, placing his order of Jack Daniels and coke. Janes was easy; Gin and slimline Tonic Double, and a Brandy for me; a large one.

I sat down with my Brandy and Frank and Jane grabbed their drinks and went off behind the screen. I could not make out the conversation but there were a few laughs, and giggles.

Frank had some reassuring words to Jane. "Take your time babe, no rush, when ever your ready."

Frank returned, walked over to where his equipment was laid out on a bench, picked up his camera and slung it round his neck, made a few adjustments, picked up his phone and tapped it a few times. Music filled the room, soft and gentle, stuff that you would hear in some cosy bar somewhere.

Frank turned to me saying "We are in for a treat Steve, Jane's outfits, are fabulous, trust me she is going to look stunning."

Jane took her time preparing, I was feeling sick in my stomach but not in a bad way, this was that feeling you get when you know something wonderful is about to happen. Suddenly I could smell Janes perfume, my favourite; Black Opium.The smell suddenly turned the room into something so much more than just a photo studio. Jane made her entrance, God my body froze. She was dressed in a long black silk dress with a plunging neckline almost down to her navel, Janes breasts were barely covered which moved provocatively as she walked across the room. Around her neck a long pearl necklace, which had a knot tied in it half-way down which nestled neatly between her perfect shimmering breasts. Her hair was tied back showing off her beautiful face, her makeup so soft and subtle, the studio lights reflecting off her lips; deep red and moist. I fell back into my chair, my eyes hardly believing what I was seeing, her outfit was stunning; She stood under the light's hands on hips.

"Will this do boys?" She said softly, but with a tone of authority.

"Perfect." Frank said turning to me and winking

"Absolutely, perfect Jane, don't you think Steve? "

I was speechless, from this point on this was all about Frank and Jane, I was just a voyeur sitting in the corner like a good boy; maybe fetching a few drinks when needed. From now on the only voice in the room was Franks; he was conducting the proceedings, and God, he was good.

He fired instructions at Jane in quick succession hardly taking a breath between each direction.

"OK Jane let us get this show on the road

Now look at me, yes that's good.

Let me see that lovely smile, good girl, lick those lovely lips, perfect. Mmmmm! loving those gorgeous breasts let's see a little more yes nice.

Now turn, yes that's it, now let's have you leaning forward a bit, good

Whoops a bit of a nipple slip there, pop them back in, that's good, loving it, now give me and Steve that come to bed Look. Yes! that's the one hold that pose, thats great babe, now run your fingers thru your hair, yes! I like that, now move close to me yes, nice, and tight.... That is good!

Frank certainly knew his stuff and it was as good as I thought it would be, no, better, far better. Jane was giving him everything he wanted, posing and following Franks every word, using her body in a way that was both, exciting and erotic, she was sensational. The session ran on for maybe 20 minutes. I didn't want it to end.

Frank walked over to his equipment table he put his camera down signalling the session was concluding, he mopped his brow with a tissue, this old fella looked exhausted.

"That was sensational Jane." Frank said. "Take a short break, let me get my breath back, just let me know when you have changed into your next outfit, and we can get the show rolling again."

Jane headed back behind the screen, looking back, and giving us both a cheeky wave waggling her fingers. It was clear she was loving it, and I was loving it.

Frank was full of praise, telling me, 'You have one hell of a wife there Steve, I hope you don't mind me saying but, she is fucking hot! "

"Oi! I heard that." Jane responded

Frank looked at me and we laughed, knowing that Jane's words were said in appreciation, not in anger, she was clearly loving the effect she was having on us both.

Frank confided in me (in a slightly softer voice) "she has two more outfits that are going to blow your mind Steve."