Michael raised the camera to his face and looked through the view finder. He was a bit amazed at the image before him: the woman reclined on the couch, her long, red hair cascading down her chest almost to her waist ... her alabaster skin practically glowing against the green lace teddy she wore that left very little to the imagination, including her large milky white breasts and just a peek of a red bush at her crotch.
"Is this ok?" Jennifer timidly asked Michael, as he tried to keep his concentration on the technical aspects of the shoot -- the lighting, where the shadows were falling, how he could best accentuate her natural curves -- while trying to keep his own libido in check.
He shook his head and barely mumbled out a "yes" to her question.
Usually he could keep his dirty thoughts in check; he was a professional, after all. But there was something about this beauty, an older wife who wanted to surprise her husband of many years with something sexy, as she described what she wanted from the photo shoot when she had made the appointment. As she drew her fingers gently over her own chest, Michael saw her nipples begin to rise from her own touch ... and he could feel his own desire begin to rise in his pants.
"Beautiful!" he said as he continued to snap away, watching her hand make her way over her body, lingering just above the little V of red hair he could see through the lace. And he could tell she wanted to show more.
"How much can I show? How much should I?" Jennifer said, looking Michael in the eye.
Looking first over to his own raven-haired beauty of a wife who was helping with this shoot -- who nodded knowingly at Michael -- and then back to Jennifer, he said they could go as far as she wanted. Just how far that would be, Michael never imagined.
When he first made the boudoir shoot with Jennifer, Michael thought this is somebody he would definitely have to draw out of her shell: A prim and proper librarian with the stereotypical clothing of high collars and long skirts, set off with glasses and long hair done up, of course, in a bun. Even when she showed up at the studio, she was dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and baggy jeans, belying the scrumptious curves underneath.
But when she emerged from the changing room, he could see a transformation already beginning in this surprising beauty. She had put on the sheer, green teddy that cupped and lifted her impressive breasts. Her long red hair escaped the ubiquitous bun and cascaded seductively down her back down to her rounded ass, which was split by just the thin thread of material. Michael's eyes were drawn to so many places on this beauty: the sensuous curves of her spectacular ass... her large tits that strained the two small straps of the teddy... her pale nipples against the alabaster skin underneath the very sheer garment... and finally, the sexy triangle of red hair that he could see through the lace of her G string, accented by the shaved pussy lips that were clearly visible.
Michael was definitely aroused and shifted in his cotton shorts and t-shirt to try to hide the growing erection. He kept reminding himself that he's a professional... and his wife was right there! ... so he concentrated hard to keep from getting harder -- or at least, harder. He had to keep his thoughts away from what it would be like to fuck this redheaded temptress and capture it all on film.
Michael watched intently as Jennifer leaned forward, her ample cleavage spilling out of the top of the small garment, and asked, "Do you think my husband will like seeing this?"
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK -- the camera cycled through each opening and closing of the aperture, capturing every moment of this incredible woman and encounter. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
Michael swallowed hard and could just barely nod, "Yes," as she offered the enticing view down the valley between her large breasts.
"What man wouldn't love seeing this view?" he thought, as he peered through the viewfinder and focused on her sexy eyes that drew him in closer, as well as the mounds of flesh in front of him. He was fully erect, but he tried to move his pelvis back to hide his fully engorged boner... but to no avail.
"Looks like YOU'RE enjoying it, at least," Jennifer said with a seductive and knowing look at Michael's crotch. His eyes opened wide -- and he kept clicking away -- as he saw Jennifer run her index fingers along the top edge of the teddy's cups, beginning to slightly pull at their tops, beginning to expose fully her hard nipples. "Do you like my tits?"
Michael could only nod a yes as Jennifer pulled the top down, showing off her generous orbs of nearly bright, white skin and pale rose-colored diamonds that would be a wonder to touch, he thought.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
He watched and snapped away the images as he watched Jennifer close her eyes, cup her large D cups and massage them, lifting them and letting them fall in a rhythmic motion.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
Michael had practically forgotten about his wife, standing just a few feet to his left, adjusting the lights and also watching the seductive redhead weave her magic spell. He glanced over to see Virginia also obviously aroused, a blaze of red flush on her neck and top of her chest, accentuated by her own diamond-hard nipples that poked through the light knit dress she chose to wear without a bra that day. Michael recognized that state of arousal in his long-term partner from their own sexy sessions in -- and out of -- the studio.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
Michael turned his attention back to Jennifer, as he watched her recline of the sofa behind her, still squeezing and cupping her big tits with one hand as her other hand moved down her body and started to touch her mons through the green lace.
"Do you think my husband would like to see this?" Jennifer asked as she pulled the triangle of lace from in front of her pussy, fully exposing the sexy, trimmed bush and bare labia below. She began to run a single finger up and down her wettening slit, giving a small moan of pleasure as she touched the nub of clitoris at the top of the opening.
Before Michael could even nod, a throaty voice jumped in.
"God! I know I do!" Virginia exclaimed and pulled the short dress over her head and throwing it on the floor behind her.
Michael's mouth dropped open in amazement as he watched his wife -- naked, except for the black thong that split her own sexy, ample ass cheeks -- move quickly to the redhead in front of both of them. He knew his wife was curious about having a woman; they had discussed the possibilities a few times. But to see her desire on full display here -- her large tits displaying their own hard, pale nipples... the flush of red that covered Virginia's neck and chest... her panting as she rushed to have her own flesh against Jennifer's -- was something Michael thought he could only dream of. But it was now manifested in real flesh and blood, as the two women embraced and kissed deeply.
Michael lowered his camera, thinking this was too intimate and maybe not what was intended to show his subject's husband. But he then saw Jennifer break off her kiss with Virginia, as Virginia began to kiss and nibble down Jennifer's neck and chest. She looked Michael in the eye, as if she was reading his mind.
"Don't worry," she assured the photographer with a smile. "My husband would DEFINITELY want to see this!"
Michael quickly raised the camera back up and began shooting again.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
He watched through the viewfinder as the two women began to kiss passionately again, their hands in each other's hair -- Virginia running her fingers through Jennifer's red locks, Jennifer combing her hands through Virginia's raven-colored strands.
Virginia peeled the G string off her new lover and began to rub and finger the new pussy before her like it was her own personal toy. Jennifer began to writhe and moan from the obvious pleasure she was receiving. And Michael fought less to contain his own arousal as this scene played out in front of him, letting his now fully hard cock tent the loose shorts.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
The camera continued to capture the two women, as Michael saw Jennifer hook her thumbs into the waistband of Virginia's thong and peel it over her hips. He delighted at seeing just how aroused his wife was, her wetness sticking just slightly to the thong as it was pulled from the crack between her ass cheeks and off her beautiful pussy. Michael could now see Virginia's plump labia on display as she began to bend at the waist on her knees and lowered her head to the red bush in front of her.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
Michael saw Jennifer close her eyes, as Virginia began to -- at first -- lick softly at the pussy that not long ago seemed like an impossibility for either one of them to view. He felt his own heart beating hard, as Jennifer ground her hips against Virginia's face, enraptured by the tongue lashing the raven-haired beauty was giving her.
