Adventures in Boudoir Photography

This story all started with a boudoir photography session my wife Kate was randomly gifted. The first session was a sexy lingerie shoot, a surprise present for my 40th birthday. I liked it so much that I set up another session that involved sexy costumes, and I liked THAT so much I set up a third session. The third session involved using the photographer as a prop/model, he dressed as Tarzan and Kate dressed as Jane. The photographer was really good at taking erotic pictures, and as it turns out he was also a real stud, a younger black guy who was built like a football player. My wife had remarked that she thought he was gay, but they seemed to have a lot of "chemistry" in the photo shoots together.

The Tarzan and Jane photo shoot was extremely well done, it followed a story line where Tarzan, played by Ben in a loin cloth, rescued Jane, played by Kate. Kate started out the session in a conservative safari outfit, but eventually the perils of the jungle whittle her clothing down to a leopard print bra and skirt. Many of the photos feature both of them nearly naked and in very alluring poses.

Kate brought the Tarzan/Jane outfits home, and they became a big part of our bedroom recreation. We would get dressed up and view the pictures, I set it up so they played on the bedroom television. Our favorite game was to mimic the photos, to get into the same positions as they had done in the photo shoot. It was super hot for me, but it was beyond that for Kate, she turned into a rabid animal in the bed whenever we recreated a scene.

If I'm being honest, our sex life had not been great prior to the photo shoots. We were lucky to have sex once a week, mostly due to the distractions of two young kids. But now our sex was more often and more adventurous than ever. We had both become very vocal, but she had taken the dirty talk to a whole new level, and I loved every minute of it.

A lot of the undercurrent of our pillow talk revolved around the photographer, Ben. I liked to tease her when we were mimicking Tarzan/Jane poses, saying things like "I hope I can do this pose as good as Ben.." Kate would brush it off. But then she would say things like "Ben liked it when I did this," talking about a pose or a look. There were a few times when we would be in the throes of passion and I swear she would say "fuck me harder Ben" instead of "Dan". I had come to accept that she had some fantasies about Ben, and I was ok with that. It did make it less threatening that he was gay.

Over time, the joking mentions of Ben became more and more sexually suggestive. I'd say things like "I bet Ben that when Ben did this pose he had a hard cock like I do right now." Kate would blush and mumble that she probably wasn't his type. I made it clear that I wasn't jealous, and that I appreciated that Ben was a stud and I didn't blame her for finding him attractive.

One of the hottest photos from the second session were the ones where Kate was sucking on a chocolate popsicle, while looking into the camera with wanton lust. I loved having her repeat that look in our bedroom, and I loved making her blush when I would make suggestive comments about what she was thinking about when she had that brown cock-shaped missile in her mouth. One time after I asked her she got a faraway look in her eyes and she smiled coyly and replied back, "who do you want me to be thinking about," before letting the chocolate popsicle slide back into her mouth. I loved it that she recognized that our playful references to Ben were a huge turn on for me, and she played right along.

Sometimes I wondered how much she was thinking about Ben in that sexy Tarzan loin cloth when we weren't having sex, because I was spending WAY too much time thinking about it. Like at work, I'd pull up the pictures on my laptop and scroll through the pictures for hours. Not just looking, but looking and fantasizing. Fantasizing that Ben was naked, and his long, hard cock was on full display and Kate was looking at it mesmerized. That her fingers were wrapped around his cock. That her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Needless to say, work was not productive. I was spending a lot of time being aroused at the thought of my wife being aroused by another man, and thinking of ways to push that narrative.

As fate would have it, the opportunity arose to push the narrative. The kids were going away with their grandparents for a whole weekend, leaving the two of us to have an adult weekend. And I had some plans to make it an epic weekend.

The plan started with a gift I left for Kate Friday morning. It was a dildo vibrator, very life-like, and it was brown. I thought the message was pretty clear, that having a brown cock to play with would be taking our "Ben-play" to another level. I left her a note with it, that read "I thought you might like a friend to play with us this weekend, I wanted to give you some time to get to know him before tonight, maybe you could even give him a name..."

Later that morning Kate sent me a text, thanking me for giving her a new friend, calling me a bad boy, and sending some shocked face emoticons. Followed up by a text saying "don't be too late, or we might start without you."

I spent the rest of the day doing zero work, looking at a lot of boudoir pictures, and dreaming up hot fantasies for the night ahead. By the time I got home that night I was pretty ramped up. When I walked in I realized Kate was ramped up too, she was already dressed in her Jane outfit and sipping on a glass of wine. I poured a glass for myself and we made our way to the bedroom, which took longer than usual due to the amount of groping I did on the way. When we got to the bedroom I realized that Kate had also spent a lot of time thinking about the night ahead, the room was lit with candles. My Tarzan loin cloth was sitting on my dresser. Best of all, Kate's new friend, the brown dildo, was set in the middle of the bed, clearly prepared to be a part of the festivities.

Now my next part of the plan was simple, slow things down and get Kate wasted. I had rounded up some really strong weed, but I told Kate it was mild. She didn't usually smoke weed but with the house to ourselves and a glass or two of wine already in her she was all in. So I got into my Tarzan outfit and we relaxed on the bed, smoking a joint or two and knocking back a bottle of wine. I love it when we have an extended, relaxed foreplay session, where we are not actually having sex but we are still fooling around, and I could tell she was getting a serious buzz on.

"So what did you think of your present?" I asked.

"MMM, I have to say I kinda like him...I mean it," she said, patting the dildo and grinning. "He aims to please, and he never talks back."

I laughed. "Those are good qualities. He also looks warm and hard, might be better than a popsicle. Did you, uh, think of a name for him yet?"

She giggled. It was pretty clear what name I was thinking, she knew it and she knew I knew it. But she didn't want to be the one to say it. "What if we call him Tarzan?" she asked.

I turned the vibrator on low and ran it slowly over her stomach. "I think we could come up with a better name than that," I said.

"Oh really, so what do you think we should call him?"

I watched the vibrator gliding over Kates' torso, getting wider on each pass, coming closer and closer to her panties. My head was spinning, I had really gotten a buzz off the weed and I knew if I did then Kate had to be really wasted. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her neck, then moved up and whispered softly into her ear, "I think we should call him Ben."

I couldn't see her face but I felt her shudder, and when I pulled back I could see she was blushing but smiling. I felt her hand drift down over my hand and take the dildo away. She moved it up to her face and looked at it intently.

"So you think I should call him Ben?" she asked.

"I do," I rasped.

"Hmm, so what do you think I should do with Ben?" she asked.

"Well, I do have some ideas," I said. My ideas were the next phase of the plan. "I have another surprise for you."

The next phase/surprise had been in the works over the past few weeks. In addition to obsessing over pictures of my wife together with Ben, I had established a bit of a rapport with him via email. We had not met in person, but I had been enjoying chats about the photo shoots they had together, and ideas for future sessions. At some point I came up with a pretty interesting idea, and was able to talk him into it for some extra cash.

"What kind of surprise?" Kate asked. Her eyes were glazed and I could tell she was pretty wasted, hopefully wasted enough to handle the surprise the right way.

I picked up the tv remote off the night table and pressed the play button. Now we had been doing this for weeks, so it was no surprise. We would play a slide show of Kate's photo sessions with Ben, which we watched and mimicked while we had sex. But with the help of Ben, we had made some edits to the show.

The first slide came up showing the picture of Ben as Tarzan and Kate as Jane in the formal bedroom, with Ben standing and Kate kneeling beside him, her arm wrapped around Ben's leg and her hand coming just short of his loin cloth, her eyes wistfully focusing on the loin cloth.

Kate smiled at the image, knowing it was my favorite.

As the image faded out and the next image faded in, I held my breath for what was coming. As the image came into focus, Kate gasped. She gasped because in the photo, Ben was not wearing a loin cloth anymore. Ben was fully naked, and his cock was on full display, semi aroused and hanging heavy towards my wife's adoring eyes.

Stunned, Kate began babbling defensively about how that picture had happened, because he had never been naked like that in front of her. She had sobered up a lot quicker than I expected. "This didn't happen!" she said loudly.

"Relax babe, I know this is not a real picture," I said. "I had Ben do some editing in photoshop. This is not reality, this is just fantasy."

The editing was very good, and Ben had used filters to make the images look even better. They looked so good, in fact, that Kate's initial reaction was to think that it was real, that somehow there had been some pictures taken with Ben when he was naked, so she was initially overcome with a combination of shock and guilt. Then she had to process the idea of me asking Ben to pose like this, and him being willing to do it. It was a lot to process, and I could almost see the thoughts spinning in her head. I wasn't sure how she was going to react to this, and so far it felt like she was not liking it. She was quietly looking at the picture, with little expression.

"So, what do you think?" I asked, fearing the worst. If she didn't like my idea I wasn't going to push it. "There are some more pictures if you'd like to see them."

She hesitated, but I think being curious, and a little high, convinced her enough to give me the go ahead.

I clicked on the remote and the next picture came up. It was the same pose, but Ben was standing even closer to her this time, and his cock had gone from half aroused to 75% aroused. I should point out at this point that Ben had a very nice looking cock. He was only slightly bigger than me but he had porn star quality.

I watched Kate's eyes get even bigger, and I heard her breath catch. We sat together in rapt silence for a few long moments, and then she seemed to relax a bit. We were laying side by side on the bed looking at the screen, and I felt some tension ease out of her. I could sense she was impressed, and it felt like she had gotten more comfortable with my surprise. Finally she broke the silence.

"Wow," she said.

I let out a long breath of my own, a breath it felt like I had been holding since the first nude picture hit the screen. "Wow it's a cool picture or wow your husband is a perv?"

She giggled. "Both."

I clicked the remote for the next picture, again it was the same pose but this time Ben's cock was fully erect, an impressive display of man poised just inches from my wife's face. Kate's mouth fell open and she was unable to restrain herself from another "wow." Followed a few seconds later with another "wow."

Now I had looked at the pictures a few dozen times over the last several days, so my attention was more on Kate's reaction. It was interesting that the dynamic was different, with the other photo shoots Kate knew what the pictures looked like and I was the one who was surprised, now the roles had changed. Watching her mesmerized by the picture reminded me of how overwhelming it was the first time I saw the photos. I leaned over and kissed her neck. "I think you really like this one," I whispered into her ear.

Kate nodded silently, her eyes fixated on the scene in front of her. I'm sure that at some point during their previous shoots she had wondered what Ben looked like naked. It appeared he was exceeding expectations.

As I watched her staring at the screen, I noticed that she was still holding onto the dildo that we had just recently named Ben, and she was softly stroking it with her fingers. I silently congratulated myself for spending the extra money to get a very life-like dildo, and getting one that looked very much like the one she was looking at on screen.

"This is so fucking hot," I whispered into her ear. "It feels super naughty."

She nodded, silently, still staring at the screen.

"Do you want to see more?" I asked.

She nodded again.

I had a lot more. Ben and I had put in quite a bit of time on picture edits. Nearly all the pictures of them together had been updated to include Ben's nude body. A few of them showed him from the back, and even his ass was impressive. Some of the pictures were ones that Ben was not even in originally, they were just the pictures of Kate by herself. But he had cleverly photoshopped himself into the scene, completely nude. In one picture he used the previous picture of Kate by herself on the bed, but he appeared in the mirror next to the bed. There were several where Kate was fully dressed, like in a sexy little black dress, with Ben standing beside her naked, usually with his hard cock pointed in her direction. Some of the best new versions took the pictures where Kate had posed in various states of undress on a fabulous four post bed, and added Ben standing naked beside the bed, or kneeling on the bed beside her. Maybe the most stunning was the one where Kate was laying back with her disheveled school girl outfit partially open and a chocolate popsicle poised near her mouth, with drippings from the popsicle covering her chest and face. In the edited version, Ben was on his knees beside her, his cock hanging suggestively down over her. Ben had had reservations about this picture, but I convinced him to do it.

As we went through the pictures, Kate's eyes never left the screen. At some point she stopped being discreet about fondling the dildo in her hands, she was stroking it hard with both hands, and I was encouraging it. Then I reached down and pushed her hands down, setting the vibrating tool so it was massaging her clit, and that sent her over the edge, she had a trembling orgasm and then immediately set in to giving me a passionate blow job. I worked my way around so that we were in the 69 position, and took turns licking her and then using the dildo to massage her clit. Eventually I slid the vibrating dildo, aka Ben, all the way in, and continued to go down on her, though it was hard with her wriggling all over the place.

I was definitely getting caught up in the moment. "I think you like having Ben in your pussy," I said, pushing the fantasy even further.

"Mmmm," she said, her mouth still wrapped around my cock. I took that as a yes.

But then she reached down and moved the dildo away, and aggressively mounted my cock. "I want your cock in my pussy right now."

For the next five minutes I got a vigorous, intense dick pounding from an obviously turbo charged Kate, and the dildo and the Ben talk got put on the back burner. I made some weird noises I'm not particularly proud of when I shot my load, and she made a lot more noise than I did.

I was looking forward to maybe looking through the pictures again and maybe some more dildo play, but Kate passed out like a coma patient tangled up with me on the bed. After I caught my breath I untangled from her arms and legs and got her comfortable on one side of the bed.

So I was left to my own, drunk, high and still horny, next to my naked wife who was laying on her back with my recent load still making her pussy glisten in the candlelight. Of course I went back to looking at the pictures again, seeing my hot wife posing beside a naked stud never really got old. I found "Ben," the dildo version, and rested him on my wife's torso, enjoying the titillating fantasy of her with another cock. As I looked back and forth between the pictures of her and Ben on the screen and her laying on the bed with a cock on her stomach I couldn't help but become aroused again, and I let my stoned mind wander into more fantasy. I moved the dildo over her body, dripping some oil on her stomach and tits so that it glided lightly over her. I rolled it over her nipples and then over her neck and cheek, and ran it over her mouth. She never flinched, she was totally out of it. Then I moved it back down her body and got down between her legs, and positioned my face inches from her pussy as I slid the dildo around her cum soaked pussy. The dildo became covered in my own cum. I kinda wanted to slide it inside her but that felt a little off with her being asleep, so I just enjoyed the visual of Ben coming tantalizingly close. I drifted off into a fantasy of the big brown cock losing control and spewing a massive load onto my wife's pussy, and I suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to lick up every bit of the load that was still glistening on her. It was my load, but not in my fantasy. It was such a turn on that I immediately felt another orgasm coming on, and I moved up onto my knees. My cock was perched above my wife's pussy, which had "Ben" comfortably on top of it. I slowly stroked my cock as I enjoyed the visual of the cock laying across Kate's still creamy pussy. Transfixed, I picked up "Ben" and switched him on, and then I rubbed the vibrating tool all over my hard cock. Kate continued in a deep slumber as I gave my self a thorough pulsating cock massage. As I felt my orgasm building I moved the vibrator back down to where it was laying across my wife's pussy, and when I lost my second load of the night I covered both her and "Ben." There was something incredibly arousing about shooting my load all over a cock that was resting on my wife's pussy.

As often happens post orgasm, I immediately felt guilty, mostly about the tawdry scene of goo covered dildo covering my wife's pussy, and I became super paranoid about how I would explain all that should she wake up. So I got a towel and cleaned up the evidence. But by the time my head hit the pillow I was reliving the fantasy, and when I dropped off to blissful sleep my cock had gotten hard once again.

The next morning we slept late. I was anxious at how Kate would view things in the morning after, but initially she was pretty quiet. She said she had a wild sex dream, but when I asked her about the details she just clammed up. We had coffee in bed, chatted about the weather and made some jokes about the dildo that was still in the bed. Notably, she did not call the dildo Ben. I was starting to get the impression that she had some regrets about our suggestive games from the previous night.

But then she surprised me.

"Hey, I, uh wanted to talk about last night," she said, blushing slightly. "I feel like things went a little too far, with some of our, uh, adventures last night."