The following story has some true parts to it but when I started writing things as they took place the story lost my interest. Perhaps writing it in this manner will be more appealing. As usual, your comments as well as criticisms are appreciated.
One evening, during dinner, my wife asked me if I knew anything about a website called Model Mayhem. Of course I didn't have a clue so, she started to tell me about it and, to be honest, I really didn't care. Then, she got to the point. She had created a profile and posted some photos and a guy was offering her $200 for a two hour photo session.
I wanted to know more. It took a couple of weeks of different phone calls and the like to have me agree to this photo session and I had to agree to sit quietly in the corner and simply watch.
OK, so we arrived at the guy's home and he took us to the back and he had a big studio set up back there. We already knew he was divorced and it would only be him, my wife and myself there at that time. A few minutes of talk and he put my wife in front of his camera dressed as she had arrived. A short time later he escorted her to a room and showed her a great many choices in clothing and told her to make a selection. My wife was having a ball. The photographer was friendly and directed my wife very easily. It wasn't very long and he was getting an extra button undone from a shirt or a skirt pulled a little higher and he even did some photos where she was wearing a mini shirt and he talked her into things like sit her and point your legs toward me and spread you knees some and the result was shots up her dress showing off her panties.
She was to change into the next outfit and she walked over to me and asked, "Is everything OK?" I knew she was concerned that I may be getting upset about some of the poses she was doing. The truth was I was actually hoping he would convince her to do some nude shots but I didn't say anything. I did tell her that I wanted her to have a good time and I was fine with anything she did.
As she headed back to the dressing room he called out, There is a sparkly blue dress that I'd love to shoot you in next, if you are willing. She said OK as she closed the door. A few moments later she walked out in a very sexy dress. "This may be too small for me." she said.
"Nonsense, it's designed to be tight." he told her. I was thinking it looked sprayed on.
He got her in front of the camera and had her turn this way and that and at times it would slip down some since there was nothing holding it up but some elastic that went just above her tits. The dress was extremely short. It barely covered the cheeks of her ass. I wanted to buy the thing from the guy so she could wear it out dancing the next time we went.
He put her on a stool and had her face toward me and then turned this way and looked at it and "don't worry about the top falling down" and so on. Remember how I said the dress was very short? I guess when she sat down the dress was too short to cover her but and I had an almost unobstructed shot at her panties.
He made an adjustment to the top of the dress and now it sat just above her nipples. In fact to make it was just above her nipples he had to pull the dress lower to expose the nipples and then back up just till they were out of sight. As he did this she looked over his shoulder at me. I simply smiled. In truth, I liked the idea of a stranger being so close to and baring my wife's tits.
He had her move her legs and when she did, of course the dress moved and he said he wanted to see as much leg as possible without seeing the panties. It took a few times but he had a shot of her entire leg from knee to hip and her panties only showed on the side. He asked about her taking them off. Again a quick glance at me and she waited for a response.
"I already told you honey, anything that you want to agree to is perfectly fine with me." I told her.
I was surprised when she hopped down and although she did turn her back she removed the panties standing right there beside the stool and then she tossed them to me. With that done she asked, "So how do you want me?"
He put her back on the stool and told her what a great job she was doing and how he had an assignment that required a male and a female and some nudity and he was looking for the right girl and asked if she was interested. Here again came the look of a question from my wife. I didn't say anything and she told the man yes.
I was glad cause now I'd get some nude shots of her.
He did several poses and made a lot of adjustments and he even lowered the top till both tits were bare. Even from the distance that I was from her I could see her nipples were hard. After a few shots he covered her tits and made a move in her position and before long he had her facing himself. As he had done several times in the past he would have her in a position and then move up to her and make an adjustment to clothing or hair of head position or whatever the case may be. This time I saw he was leaning against her knees as he made an adjustment to her hair. "You sure do have lovely legs." He told her. He did something simpular a few more times and then he wanted her legs a certain way and he spread them some and moved a foot here and the other foot there and you get the picture but several times her bald pussy was completely uncovered.
Then he got real bold and he walked up to her and her knee was in his way of making an adjustment and he just put his hand on her thigh and moved her leg to the side. This movement caused the dress to pop up enough to completely expose her pussy and instinctively her hand shot to between her legs to cover up.
"You can't be moving on your own." he told her as he took hold of her wrist and moved her hand back to her side and then he spent a full minutes changing the hand or the arm position and the entire time he was between her legs and literally bumping into her pussy with his crotch. I loved what I was seeing.
