Wife's Hot Photo Session

Wife's hot photo session ch 2

What next? For Steve and Jane..........

Frank and I sat in the studio sipping our drinks reflecting on Jane's performance, as we did, she appeared from behind the screen now dressed in a kimono, which she had wrapped around her body loosely. She grabbed her drink and sat next to Frank pulling her chair closer to his. Jane took a long sip from her G&T, her lipstick leaving a perfect impression on the glass, the ice clanking around breaking the silence of the studio. I found myself watching her every move, as if she were still performing for Frank.

Jane broke the silence. "Wow! That was fun," as she took another sip from her drink. "I hope you got what you wanted Frank." She added.

"I did Jane, trust me I did, you were fantastic." Frank replied.

His voice still breathless from over an hour of stalking Jane around the studio, an hour of firing his camera off and directing the action. I sat in my chair still feeling a bit guilty about the damp patch in my pants, the result of my cock going off prematurely during Jane's last session. I looked down thinking that Frank wouldn't notice, certainly Jane was aware of my accident.

"No need to ask if you got what you wanted Steve." Jane said, as she looked down at my sticky patch and smiled.

Frank glanced in my direction and looked at my beige chinos, he smiled. "You didn't?" he said.

"He did." Jane confirmed, as they both stared at the evidence.

I sat there and smiled sheepishly, feeling a bit sorry for myself, but if I'm honest feeling very satisfied with the whole experience. The session was so much more than I hoped, and Jane played her roll to perfection. I was beginning to wonder if this was all planned by Frank and Jane. I didn't care to be honest, I was enjoying being the obedient voyeuristic husband.

Frank was fiddling with his camera, and turned the screen to Jane, as he flicked through his handy work.

Jane called over. "Steve, come and look at these."

"Stay there," Frank said, "I can get this up on my projector screen."

Frank walked over to his equipment table, grabbed a cable, clicked it into his camera and walked back, reached up to another cable hanging from the wooden rafters of his studio and connected the two. Instantly the back wall of the studio was filled with a life size naked picture of Jane. the images slowly rolled through. They were fabulous, everyone showing my wife's beautiful body, every sensual curve, every erotic pose. Frank was a real artist, these were not snapshots, they were works of art. I looked over at Jane as she rested her hand on Franks thigh. He had his arm around her, every time an image flipped up that he liked, he would squeeze her shoulder, she would turn to him and smile in agreement. They were like a couple of newly acquainted lovers sitting on a park bench. Me? I was some peeping Tom behind a bush, watching and taking in the heavenly sight.

Frank unplugged his camera from the projector and the screen went blank. He flipped a latch on his camera and the memory card popped out, he passed it to Jane.

"That's all the pictures." he said, then he passed me a piece of paper.

"What's this?" I asked.

Frank reached out and touched the slip of paper, explaining. "Well, that's my email address, phone number, and those numbers? They are the images I would like a copy of if you and Jane agree"

I scanned the paper and looked up. "Just six?" I asked

"Just six, yes." he replied

"OK, I'm sure that will be fine" I said tucking the paper in my pocket.

"So That's it," Jane said," it's done."

Frank turned to Jane; "I guess it is, unless you fancy starring in a commission work."

"I might do." Jane said, "depends what sort of commission work you are talking about."

"A short movie maybe," Frank added, as he walked over to a small cabinet on the wall and pulled a laptop out, then returned to join us. He flipped it open; he turned the screen so Jane could see it.

"This is a commission video I did a few months ago for a wealthy client living in Guildford. He is always specific about what he wants, it's a short clip, just a sample of the action, a husband; a wife; a black Bull."

Jane moved in closer and put her arm on Franks shoulder. Frank looked at me and waved me over. I stood behind the pair of them as the screen burst into life.

"My god" Jane exclaimed, "how big is that black guys cock."

Frank responded. "He is a big guy, has been in a few movies I've done for this client, he's a fucking animal, a giant of a man, and not just his cock."

It wasn't long before the Bull was devouring the lovely wife as the husband sat passively in a chair watching. The action was explicit, hot, extremely hot. The camera work was excellent, capturing the whole scene, every filthy moment, including close ups of the Bull entering the wife, her labia parting to receive his massive veined shaft, slowly sliding deep inside the moaning wife. I could see Jane shifting in her chair, she was not hiding the fact she was turned on by the whole scenario, her kimono falling open, her stiff nipples clearly visible. Frank was half watching the movie, and half watching Jane's reaction. It wasn't a long clip; maybe 10 minutes, it ended with the Bull carry the used and fucked wife back to her husband's waiting arms and placed her on his lap. The camera moved in for a close-up, to capture the cum still dripping from her cunt. The Bull dragged his cock across the wife's face, leaving traces of sperm smeared across her cheek, and slowly walk out of shot laughing.

Frank flicked the laptop screen down. "That's it," he said, "that was done about a month ago, the full movie was over 30 minutes long."

The studio fell silent.

Jane turned to me smiling, there was a glow in her cheeks, and lust in her eyes. "Wow!" she said, "Wow! that was, well.... Wow!"

Frank walked back to his cabinet and placed his laptop away and returned to join us.

"I take it You liked it then Jane?" Frank said sitting down next to her.

"I loved it Frank." she said kissing him on the cheek

"And you Steve? What did you think?" Turning to look at me as he said it.

"It's certainly the next level" I replied clearing my throat, which by now had become very dry.

"If you chose to do a commission movie then that would be the sort of thing expected of you, but the brief would be very specific, that's why this client pays good money."

Jane turned to Frank and responded. "Money? If we agreed to do it, it would be for our enjoyment, our own gratification, and certainly not for any payment." Jane said turning to me for confirmation, I nodded in agreement.

"I understand guys, I totally get it." He continued, "that movie was probably had a, XX ranking on my movie scale." he said brushing aside the mention he made to money.

"X scale?" Jane asked

"Yes, X would be simulated sex, or something like the photo shoot you just did, all the way through 2X,3X,4X,5X. We would not even go to 4 or 5X. Much too filthy and degrading for your innocent eyes Jane."

"Not so innocent." Jane replied, still flushed from viewing the laptop movie.

"Very true." I said as I lent down and kissed Jane's cheek.

Frank spent the next couple of minutes telling us about his clients most recent request and asked Jane if she felt she was ready.

"Honest Jane, you watched the movie, you think you could do that, let a black guy fuck you, could you suck his cock, you think you are ready?"

"Maybe." Jane said

"It takes a lot of setting up, the last thing you need is the leading lady and her spouse losing their nerve at the last minute." Frank said looking at us both.

The conversation continued for a while, Frank suggesting, he send the full brief to us in an email so we could talk it through, 'take your time, no rush' he said.

"Give me your email address" Frank said as he picked up his phone.

I read out our email address to him and he punched it in.

"It's sent," he said. "Will give you something to read in bed when you get home."

"To be honest guys, you are perfect for this commission, and Jane, your fucking gorgeous, and my client will love you." Frank concluded.

Jane engulfed Frank in a wild embrace, kissing him, her tongue deep inside his eager mouth, she pulled away saying "You're not so fucking bad yourself Frank." and headed to the changing room to dress.

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Me and Jane were exhausted, the whole evening had taken its toll, it was 1am and we finally arrived home to our bed. We had said our goodbyes to Frank, leaving him on his doorstep after Jane gave him one last lingering kiss.

Sanctuary at last, alone with our thoughts, so many crazy thoughts running through our heads. We lay in bed both staring at the ceiling. We opened Franks email reading it together. He attached a copy of the short movie we watched, and then we talked, and talked, and talked some more, and then we watched the movie again, and then agreed: to Decide over breakfast.

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"Then let's do it" Jane said. "We both want it to happen, don't we?" As she poured me another coffee.

I turned to her and agreed. "Yes, the journey so far has been fantastic, and I've loved every minute, include shooting my load in my underpants."

"Oh yes, I am sorry about that darling." Jane replied laughing as she said it.

"No need to apologise," I said. "Just remind me to take plenty of Kleenex next time."

I continued. "One last thing before we talk to Frank" I said. "We have no idea where this is all going to lead us, who knows 3X,4X, even 5X, so we need a safe word."

"Safe word?" Jane said

"Yes, safe word." I responded. "If at anytime either of us is not happy with what's happening during this commission, or any future commissions we may decide to do, then a safe word will stop it."

"OK I agree, it makes sense, you have a word in mind?" Jane asked me.

"No, I can't think of one babe," then it came to me. "Jaguar."

"Jaguar?" Jane looked puzzled, "Jaguar?" she repeated

"Yes Jaguar" I said, "it's parked on Franks driveway."

"Ah! Got it." she smiled. "Good choice."

'Its on for this Saturday, if you guys say yes.'it was Frank, Jane had the phone on loudspeaker.

Jane and I looked at each other and nodded. "It's a yes Frank" Jane said, putting her arms around me giving me a warm loving hug.

"That's great news, Saturday 8pm" Frank said, excitedly

Me and Jane turned to each other, "Yes, sounds good." We replied.

Franks excited voice came back. "Ok I will drop you an email with location details etc. Do not forget the scenario, I will start filming from the moment you arrive at the front door. I have another camera man joining me, he is experienced, and I trust him to do an excellent job. One more thing to add, it is important that this looks natural, not staged, the client is very clear about that. Just imagine your attending our client's dinner party, he is a lovely fella and will make you feel at home, and try to relax, go with the flow as they say."

"Any questions?" Frank asked

I called across to the speaker phone. "Don't think so Frank."

Jane adding, "We await your email if we have any questions, we will call you."

Frank concluded "Excellent guys, it's going to be a great evening I'm sure of it, see you on Saturday."

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The drive to Guildford took just over an hour, Franks car drove like a dream. He said it would make a good prop, and he always wanted to get his Jag a starring roll in a porn movie. Frank lending me his pride and Joy, was his way of saying 'thank you, thank you for letting me use your wife.'

Jane was wearing the dress she wore at the photo shoot, black silk with a plunging neckline to her navel, although she had made one alteration. She had cut a slit from the hem almost to the top of her thigh, giving a glimpse of her stocking tops every time she moved. Her pearl neckless, black stocking hold ups, and black stilettos completed her outfit. On the back seat of the Jag was a small overnight bag packed with essentials, and a couple of changes of clothes, 'just in case,' Jane told me when she was packing it.

The house was impressive, a long gravel drive took us to an imposing entrance, half a dozen steps, which led to a giant double oak door. Jane looked at me and smiled, a reassuring smile that told me 'Everything is OK.'

As instructed, I swung the Jag around and parked it by the entrance, so the passenger side was close to the steps. I switched the engine off and the Jags engine silenced.

I turned to Jane. "Are you ready Babe?"

"I think so, how do I look." she turned and faced me

"Perfect." I said. "Just perfect."

I walked round and opened the Jag door, and she stepped out, her stilettos digging into the gravel. She put her arm through mine and we walked up the steps, as we did the door swung open.

"Come in, come in." a smartly dressed grey-haired gentleman greeted us, and we stepped into the hallway.

He introduced himself, "You must be Steven, and this is your lovely wife, Jane. I am George," he said as he shook my hand.

He moved across and kissed Jane on the lips, as he did, he slipped his hand inside her dress cupping one of her breasts.

"Very nice Jane, very nice, you're a lucky guy Steven, and thank you for bringing Jane to my party, come, come, let me introduce you to the rest of my guests." He said taking Jane's arm and slipped it in his.

I was so busy taking in the scene, I completely missed the fact that Frank had followed us up the steps filming the action, and to be honest for the rest of the evening we saw extraordinarily little of him.

We walked down the hall, Jane's Stilettos echoing around the vast entrance. As we walked Jane pointed up to the pictures: ladies scantily dressed very much like the ones adorning Franks lounge. The very last one was one of Jane, she turned and smiled as we both looked up and appreciated Franks work.

George turned and looked at Jane, "you like my collection, Jane?" He asked.

"Yes, I do very much." She said smiling at George.

George stopped to admire Jane's portrait. "it's stunning Jane, and I have to say my favourite, amongst all the others."

"Your very sweet, thank you." she said as she turned and kissed his cheek.

Jane was perfect, she had taken to the roll and was delivering it with perfection. We reached the end of the hall and George opened a door. We were greeted by a group of well-dressed men all in dinner-suits. They all stopped talking and turned looking my Jane up and down. These guys were all of an age, probably late 50s, early 60s, wealthy bankers, (Franks brief suggested such) who had formed an exclusive club, a club whose agenda would unfold as the evening moved on.

George took Jane's arm and introduced her to each Gentleman; five in-all, who by now had formed an orderly line. Each in-turn They greeted her with a smile, a long lingering kiss on her soft lips, while they slipped a hand inside her dress and fondled her breast, Jane would give a little shudder of appreciation. I followed behind like the dutiful husband and shaking their hands, the same hands that moments ago were groping my wife's breasts.

George addressed everybody. "Welcome, and a special welcome to our new guests. Steven, and his gorgeous wife Jane." As he said it George turned to Jane and kissed her lips and gently run his hand up Jane's leg, over her stocking, and onto her white flesh above.

"You are such a lucky man Steven," he said. "Such a sexy wife which I hope we will all get a chance to sample later. But first, let us eat."

We made our way to a large dining table at the end of the vast room.

George asked me to sit at the end of the table, while he took Jane's hand and walked her to a seat between two Gents, the other three sat on the opposite side, all of which had a perfect view of Jane's cleavage. Jane was playing her roll with perfection. The wine was poured, and the Gentlemen were giving Jane the attention she longed for, and to be honest the dinner party was just that: a dinner party, albeit a dinner party made up of 6 men, a husband, and a wife. George took his place, at the other end of the table.

The food was laid out, a cold buffet placed along the centre of the table. Jane spent her time helping Gents with the various cold meats, and at the same time teasing them with a display of her irresistible breasts, her nipples now very stiff, popping out every time she stretched across the table. The Gents didn't take their eyes of her, and Jane new it and gave them a display they craved for.

"So, Jane what do you think of my friends?" George said.

"They are very nice George, I'm sure the evening is going to be fun." Jane said, lifting her glass of red wine. "Cheers! Gentlemen." she cried

The dinner went on for an hour or so, Jane laughing at all the jokes, giggling and being the perfect dinner guest. Watching my Jane was just about the best thing so far, she was just wonderful, even knowing what was to come, she was relaxed, funny, sexy, very sexy.

I struck up a conversation with the Gent on my left, he wasn't shy about talking about my Jane, asking me questions, probing questions about our sex life, taking great pleasure in hearing my responses.

"I bet shes a good fuck Steve." He said." Is she a good fuck?"

I found myself caught up in the whole situation and responded. "She's not a good fuck no, she's a sensational fuck"

He called over to Jane. "Jane: Steven says you a sensational fuck, is that true?"

"If he says so then yes, I am." she said.

"You are what?" Another Gent asked

Jane's reply sent a message to my already twitching cock.

"I'm a sensational fuck." was her response, which brought cheers from the Gents, and they all raised their glasses.

"Here's to Steven's sensational fucking wife" a Gent cried out

"I will drink to that" came Jane's response, as she raised her glass again.

"Tell me Steven?" the gent the other side of me leant in whispering in my ear. "Does she swallow when she sucks you off?" As he said it, he was looking straight at Jane.

"Not always, no, but her blow jobs are fabulous, sometimes she lets my cum dribble down her chin onto those breasts you see over there"

As I said it, he was sipping his wine and my response caused him to choke and splatter it over the table.

"Steve what are you doing to my guest." George shouted from the end of the table.

"Sorry George" I responded." He asked me if Jane gave good blow jobs."

My response brought cheers from the Gents, and more raised glasses.

"So, Steven does she give good blow jobs?" George asked, looking at Jane as he said it.

"She does George, she does." I said, as I looked over at my wife.

Jane's response had everybody transfixed, she turned to the Gent on her right and took his index finger and slid it gently into her gaping mouth, and proceeded to simulated sucking him off, then slowly pulled it out and dragged it down between her breasts, leaving a moist trail all the way to her navel. The Gent leant in and licked her moisture from between her breasts, deviating slightly to flick his tongue across her pert erect nipples then slowly moves up to her neck, then finally slipping his tongue in her mouth and kissing her. Jane's hands moved and cupped the Gents head and pulled him in tight. The kiss was filled with lust, sexual desire, and given the chance Jane and the Gent would have fucked right there.

"Gentleman!!" The sexual tension was broken by George's bellowing voice, and Jane and her newly acquainted lover released their grip on each other and rejoined the rest of the Party.

"Gentleman, a toast to our lovely Jane!!!" The Gents clinked their glasses, wine spilling across the table.

"To our Jane." they all cried.

Jane's performance had me gripped. I say performance, she was revelling in the attention, the whole erotic atmosphere, it was intoxicating, for the both of us. But this was no act, no performance, this was the real thing. We were doing this for our own lustful pleasure satisfying our own sexual desire, we were not doing it for George and his band of Gentlemen. From the moment we read Franks brief we knew we wanted this, we had two days in a sexual stupor, nothing else occupied our minds, and this was just the prelim, just the taster of what we knew was awaiting us, what was awaiting Jane in the cinema room.