The next weekend I was dying to play the game again. Being the star of a play really did it for me. Even being the Pink Heart player allowed me shine, though I was sure it would be better as the Black Heart player. And if I were the Black Heart I would get to call the shots. Which of course would mean that I wouldn't be sucking any cocks.
I was prepared for the moment we rolled the dice. Doing a little math I thought that on one roll the odds were fifty-fifty, but this was the second roll, so now my odds would be fifty-fifty minus the fact that we'd already used up one roll where I was Pink Heart.
My wife tossed the die...and fuck it all, she was Black Heart again.
Well, I would get to draw the card. Maybe it was more important to draw the card anyway. I just needed to draw a very straight card and not one that could be turned gay.
I fanned the remaining cards out on the kitchen table and picked. Holding up the card I read it out loud, "Photographer and Model". This I liked.
I was pretty sure that Pink would be the model and Black would be the photographer. Boudoir pictures could be a lot of fun. And I've always wanted to be a model. All those lights and cameras pointed right at me...
Naomi mentioned a few things that we needed, "Let's see, first, you go down to the rental store to get a tripod and lighting kit. I'll go to the theatre rental, and we'll meet back here in an hour."
I guess she knew a lot more about photography than I knew.
Then she started describing her storyline, "So you are the male model. I pose you in all the best poses. Then because I'm the one who hired you, I threaten that if you don't do exactly as I say, sexually, that I'll fire you. The costumes will be the props, for the setting we'll start in the bedroom, then branch out to the living room and such.
For character traits, I'm gonna be crafty and sly, a real slimy creep. For you...we did innocent last time. You be jaded, but an ambitious climber, willing to do whatever it takes to reach the top for fame and fortune.
I knew I could play my part well. I always identified with famous people. I could've been famous but the efforts it took to become a successful lawyer were too great.
I got back with the tripod and lights before Naomi so I set it up facing the bed. She was late, but when she got back she had bags of rented costumes.
She got into her role from the get go, "Darrrrling, I'm so glad you're here. The agency said you're very professional and will do everything I need. Don't just sit there looking pretty, time is money. Now get into wardrobe and put this on."
She made it exciting and I was feeling frisky already. It was a gladiator rig, all leather straps and buckles. When I got it on I looked hot and was glad that I worked out.
She had me stand and flex and hold my sword threateningly. Next she had me hold my cock in the same pose. No one who ever looked at the picture, not that anyone would, could miss the analogy.
The next costume was that of a construction worker. After a few thematic poses she had me lie in my back and pull my cock and balls out through the zipper.
She was taking close up pics of my face and straddled my body like a photographer would to get just the right shot.
When my erection rubbed on her crotch she became demanding. "If you know what's good for your career you're gonna do exactly as I say." I agreed exactly as my character would.
My gorgeous wife sat on my cock using it to masturbate the inside of her hot wet cunt. I was close to cumming when she stopped cold.
"Hey! I was almost there."
"Darling, you're the help. I don't give a fuck. Now get down there and please me with this." She handed her blue dolphin vibe to me and I knew exactly what to do with it, bringing her to a very nice orgasm even as mine was neglected.
I thought we might have more sex but she brought out another costume. It was a rainbow leotard with purple wig.
I put it on, of course. I was a professional after all. But that didn't stop me from commenting, "Looks kinda gay, doesn't it?"
"Naturally Darling. All the best male models are gay and so are all my buyers."
She posed me in the most suggestive and lewd positions, finishing with me kneeling in front of her sucking on a big strap on cock.
She commanded me to take it off and I thought maybe now what would finish having sex.
However, the next costume was an American Indian Chief complete with headdress and a leather outfit.
She snapped a few shots then with a 'tut tut' announced that the backdrop was wrong and that we were packing up.
The costume covered everything so an outdoor trip didn't worry me. But I did have my worries about the next costume change. Nervous, I asked, "Do any of the other costumes show my privates?"
"Not to worry your little head over. Only one, but you don't have to wear that one if you don't want to."
We ended up going to the forest preserve. We set up the tripod and the screens for the lighting kit. It all looked quite impressive.
She started taking pictures of me as an Indian, standing proudly on rocks, and jumping over logs. The pictures were turning out really good. As it turned out, I'm a pretty good model and she's a pretty good photographer. We even drew an audience of five or six to watch.
I did my best to play to the crowd, even drawing an occasional applause.
Naomi announced a costume change. I went behind the sheet to discover a pink tutu with a satin top. Well, I'd worn enough crazy stuff that I just didn't care anymore.
Under the tutu my package hung freely, but no one could see it. I did all the same poses I'd been doing all day until she asked me to bend over.
I wanted my stuff to stay hidden, being in public as we were. There was no sense in being arrested.
Again she told me to bend over. Turning to face the onlookers I bent so my junk was behind me where all the guys wouldn't see it. They knew exactly what I did and surprised me when they 'booed'. Apparently none of them were police and they wanted to see.
I made a big dramatic show of it, until facing away from the rowdy spectators this time, I bent over showing my balls, hanging cock, and even my asshole, when Naomi told me to lift the tutu higher. The cheering was incredible. They loved me! I was a hit!
I was ready for more risque posing but my wife told me it was time for another costume change.
Behind the sheet there was a batman suit and. Robin suit. I complained when she said that Robin was mine.
"Sorry. She told me unconvincingly, but you said before that you didn't want to show your privates. And I know you already did, but it's too late, you're on the docket as Robin." Then her voice took on a menacing tone, "Next time, don't hold back and you won't be assigned the worst costumes."
"Besides," she continued, "you only work your upper half and you've got chicken legs. Batman should have stronger quads."
I put on the yellow tights, black shorts, and cape. Everything was covered completely. The only good thing was that there was a codpiece so it made my covered groin look like I was built like a horse.
When I emerged the theatregoers were disgruntled and booed again.
Naomi addressed our fans, "What? Are you disappointed? What did you expect?"
One admirer spoke up, "We wanted to see more dick."