Adventures in Boudoir Photography

As these stories tend to happen, this one started innocently enough. A friend of my wife Kate had won a boudoir photography session at a charity event, decided she didn't want it, and re-gifted it to my wife. For those not familiar, a boudoir session is a photography session where you wear sexy outfits, lingerie, dresses, or even go scantily clad and get your photographs taken, generally as a gift to your significant other.

My wife is probably the last person on earth who would have done this kind of thing. Kate is beautiful, sexy, and adventurous, but not really the kind to do the dress up thing. She is more the athletic, outdoorsy type, she hates wearing formal clothes and seldom even wears makeup. But it was August, a few weeks before my 40th birthday and a month before her 40th, and I guess she got the urge to do something to make her feel young again.

So it came to be, that on my 40th birthday, I got the very unconventional gift in an email link from Kate, with the mysterious message "hey Dan, check this out, let me know what you think."

I was at work at the time, figured that she was sending me some home improvement idea or a plan for a vacation or something. I almost ignored it.

But I clicked on the link, and up popped a window with a picture of my wife and the words "Happy Birthday Dan, for your eyes only!" The picture showed her, smiling and dressed in her usual casual attire, pants, a t-shirt and a jean jacket. There was another link below, that said "click here for another photo."

So I clicked on that picture, and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. As my shocked eyes slowly came back into focus I realized that my Kate had been completely transformed. Someone had done a dramatic makeover on her, teasing her usually straight hair with playful curls and transforming her face with a stunning makeup job. The pants and t-shirt were gone, now she was in short shorts and the jean jacket was hanging open showing a hint of the gentle curve of her breasts.

I gasped so loud that I was pretty sure everyone in the building could hear me, and I sat there in silence admiring the stunningly hot girl on the screen, thinking to myself that this had to be the all time best birthday present I had ever received or even imagined. After spending five minutes looking at the picture in a hypnotic trance, I suddenly realized there was another link that said "click here for another photo."

My mouth watered and I got almost dizzy at the idea of another picture, but first i walked over and shut the door to my office. I hurried back to my desk and held my breath as I clicked for the next picture.

This time my teeth nearly fell out. Kate was still wearing the jean jacket but it was wide open and she had on a black lacy bra and matching panties. She had a mischievous smile on her face that suggested that she knew she looked hot and she knew I was probably gawking at her. She was right.

For the next hour, I sat mesmerized at my desk, clicking on picture after picture showcasing my stunningly hot wife posing in a diverse array of super sexy lingerie. I would spend five minutes on each picture, looking at ever detail, salivating at the beauty of my wife, and then I would click on the next one and be blown away again. My only concern was that I was going to have a heart attack every time a new image came up. When at last I came to the end of the 20 or so pictures, I started back at the beginning and did it all again.

There were pictures of her standing. Kneeling. Sprawled across a spacious bed with white silk sheets. Her outfits ranged from silky robes to lacy teddies. In one picture she was face down on the bed, topless, wearing revealing panties, smiling dreamily. In another she was kneeling on the bed facing the camera in nothing but a tiny pair of panties with her hands covering her naked breasts. None of the pictures showed full nudity but they were very racy.

I called her up and I could sense her smile on the other end. In the space of a few seconds, I tried to say that she was the most beautiful thing on earth, that this was the best birthday ever, that she had blown me completely away, honestly I was so flustered that I don't know if any of that information was conveyed.

"So I take it you got my email?" she said to my word salad of praise.

"Yes, I got it, and I'm never going to stop looking at these pictures," I said. "Can you bring me meals here?"

She laughed, I could almost hear her blush. "How bout if we look at the pictures together at home tonight?"

"That's a deal," I nearly shouted. "Is it tonight yet?"

It wasn't, it was only mid afternoon. For the rest of that wasted work day I spent looking at those pictures, again and again, salivating over details and picking out my favorites. My cock was hard for at least two straight hours. There was some point where I was looking at a picture of her standing in high heels with her back toward the camera, naked except for panties, her long, teased hair drifting over her elegant back, and I started thinking about the photographer. Was it a man, or a woman, who was taking these incredibly hot pictures, and if it was a man, how could he take pictures like that and not be aroused beyond control? It was kind of an odd thought, but after I got it I couldn't help but wonder with each picture, where was the photographer, what was he thinking or doing when he was taking the pictures. Something about the thought of another man taking these pictures added another level of curious arousal to the whole process.

I left work early, made sure our two young kids ate early and went to bed early, and then I retired to the bedroom with my laptop and revisited the link. By now I was absolutely addicted, and had suffered from some withdrawal during the two hours that I was away from them. When my wife walked into the bedroom she saw me gawking at the laptop and grinned.

"Are you looking at porn?" she asked.

"Yes I am," I replied. "I discovered the hottest porn site on the internet!"

She laughed and disappeared into the bathroom, when she came back out she was wearing a short black kimono that I instantly recognized from the photo shoot, and I gasped my recognition.

"Side benefit, they will sell you the lingerie from the shoot at a discount," she grinned.

I welcomed her into the bed and gave her a long, slow kiss. "I love, love, love this amazing birthday present, and I love you for doing it for me," I said. "How did you come up with this idea?"

She explained how she had gotten the gift from the friend, and how initially she had decided not to do it, but then on a whim she decided to try it and see how it went, figuring if it didn't turn out she could just trash the photos.

"But I went and talked to the photographer, and he seemed really easy going and convinced me to do it," she said.

My mind immediately gravitated to the word "he," and the thought of another man seeing my wife cavorting around on camera leapt back to the forefront.

"So the photographer was a man?" I said. "Wow, that's a pretty good job he's got!"

She laughed. "I guess. He was very professional though, he did the makeover, he knew just what clothes would look good on me, and he knew just how to make me pose. I think he photoshopped some of them to make me look younger.

"Oh, and just in case you were worried about it, I'm pretty sure he's gay," she said.

I suppose that the fact that he picked out clothes and knew how to do a makeover was kind of a dead give away that he was gay, and I felt and odd mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that another man wasn't drooling over my half naked wife, but disappointment, that another man wasn't drooling over my half naked wife. It was an odd layer of contradiction that didn't make a whole lot of sense.

We relaxed on the bed and went through the pictures one by one, and she would tell me details about the set up and funny things that happened during the session. It was so sexy, and fun to scroll through the pictures together, and when we got to a picture on the screen where she had on the robe, I couldn't go on. In the picture, she had on the short black robe, and a lacy black bra and panty set underneath. I had to know, so I set the laptop aside and slipped my hand underneath the robe, and sure enough, she had dressed for me the same as in the picture. Several hours of pent up arousal was set loose in a flurry of me unleashing my hands and mouth all over her body. She seemed pretty wound up as well, I think her watching me visually adoring her got her blood going too.

I started kissing her and lightly stroking her body with my hands, before moving down to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear how incredibly fucking hot she was. My lips moved down over her breasts, but she looked so good in the lacy bra I didn't want to take it off, so I drifted my way down over her stomach and then set it to lightly licking her inner thighs. I stopped briefly to press a button on my laptop that set the photos to scroll through automatically, causing my wife to giggle and blush. I moved back into place to go down on her, and I had the laptop in the perfect position where I could watch the erotic pictures as I set in on a ravenous tongue bath. I noticed that she was watching the pictures scroll by as well, I was starting to think the experience was as arousing for her as me. And as I went down on her and looked at the pictures, I noticed that her face looked similar, like in both instances she was in a state of pleasure.

I was thinking that nothing could be better than going down on your wife while watching erotic pictures of her, but then I got to watch the erotic pictures scroll by while on to the happy side of an inspired blow job, and I was sure I'd gone to heaven. She seemed more enthusiastic than ever before, making an epic show of slowly licking and sucking my cock, her eyes fixed on mine, and I think it was because she was enjoying the sight of me watching her live AND on the computer.

Kate gave it one last long lick, starting with my balls and ending at the top of my cock, before she moved up and straddled me, easing her wet pussy onto my hard cock. She moaned as I slid inside her, and I could sense that her arousal was way above normal. My state of arousal was way higher than above normal.

Sometimes when we start into some serious fucking I make the decision that I'm going to last a long, long time, and we're going to have rambunctious sex in a dozen different positions. I made that decision as soon as she straddled me, but the decision was made only at the brain level. My cock, which had been hard almost constantly for the past five hours, had an entirely different plan, he wanted to come hard. The scrolling pictures on the laptop didn't help, and just as she was moaning and grinding on my cock one of my favorites came up. It was Kate, on all fours in a bra and panties, she looked fantastic from head to toe but the look on her face was what made the picture. It was a look that suggested passion being fulfilled, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open and she looked like she was about to orgasm. For some reason I got sidetracked wondering how the photographer got her to so perfectly capture that look, and I had a vision of him lining up the shot and telling her to "give me the look you get when you have a hard cock thrusting deep inside you."

That thought tilted the battle between cock and brain heavily on the side of the cock, and I felt an orgasm welling up that I wasn't going to be able to stop, and I gave up and grabbed her hips and began thrusting hard into her. When I finally peaked and released I swear her face exactly matched the one on the screen, and it took all of my self control not to moan so loud that I woke up the kids. Or the neighborhood for that matter.

It took me about a minute to be sure I didn't rupture one of my nuts, and another few minutes to stop breathing hard, but eventually I came back to earth. I still had Kate wrapped tightly in my arms and I eased my grip and she slid over so she was laying on my chest.

"Sorry I didn't last long, I was a little overstimulated by the pictures of my very hot wife," I said.

She giggled. "Well that was intense," she said. "I guess you liked your birthday present."

"Oh yeah," I replied. "Definitely the greatest birthday present ever."

Our attention returned to the pictures scrolling one by one on the laptop. I have always thought my wife was hot, but I was amazed at how fantastic she looked in those pictures. We watched them in silence for a while, her head on my chest and her hand drifting lightly over my stomach. It wasn't long before my cock came back to life, and she lightly stroked my hardening cock in the glow of the pictures on the laptop. I had come to realize that she was just as turned on by the pictures as I was...or was it the photo session that turned her on?

I didn't think about it too much, I had other things on my mind. This time, I was indeed able to accomplish the original plan of lasting a long time and having sex in a dozen different positions. This time I peaked when I was fucking her doggy style, my hands on her hips and my cock driving hard into her, and at the perfect moment that same picture came back up on the computer, with her on all fours and the sexy look of satisfaction on her, and I had yet another epic orgasm before we collapsed on a heap on the bed and we both fell into a hard sleep.

The next morning our 7 year old son came bee bopping into the bedroom and I stumbled awake just in time to pull a sheet over our naked bodies and close the laptop with mommy posing half naked. We scrambled through the morning routine and a few hours later I was at work, where I immediately pulled out the laptop and went back to looking at the pictures.

By this time I had just about memorized every angle and nuance of every picture, but I still couldn't get enough. It had become an addiction. My mind also kept wandering to what the actual photo session must've been like. Did she change outfits in front of the photographer? How could he not be aroused watching her in these sexy poses, even if he was gay?

At some point I noticed some small type at the bottom of the page with an additional info link, and I clicked on it to see what that was about. It took me to a web page for the photographer, boudoir photography was just one service he offered. I clicked on that link and read more. According to the site, the sessions included a studio with several "settings", a variety of lingerie and costume outfits, and best of all, a half off discount if you book another session within 30 days of the first one.

As you might imagine, the idea of another photo session set my mind to reeling. My cock was hard just thinking about the possibilities. My cock got even harder looking at all of the lingerie and costumes. I was a kid in a candy store, looking at all the silky, lacy options, and all the fantasy role play type costumes. I picked out a role play costume and a few lingerie options and bought the session. The way the website was set up, you could purchase a gift session and send it to the recipients email address with a note. I sent it to my wife with a note that said "Hey, I loved my birthday present so much that I got myself an anniversary present too." Our anniversary wasn't until a few weeks away, but I figured that getting her gift early would make me a good husband, right?

When I got home from work I was nervous about what Kate's reaction would be to the "gift", but she didn't mention the email about the new session. She wasn't one to check her email that often, so I figured she just hadn't seen it yet.

Later that night, when I was in bed still looking at the pictures from the first session, she came sauntering up to the side of the bed with a look on her face that had me a little nervous.

"So, you I saw that you got me a little present," she said.

My mind was saying uh oh, my face kinda blushed. "I, uh, yeah, I guess I did."

"You are a dirty old man," she said, and a slow grin formed on her face. She climbed onto the bed and gave me a long slow kiss. "Thank you for making me feel so sexy," she added.

My heart fluttered as I realized once again why I was the luckiest man in the world to have such an incredible wife. "I just loved these pictures so much, I gotta have more," I smiled.

"You picked out some, um, interesting outfits for me," she grinned. "Not sure I'll be able to pull it off, but I'll try."

"You would look good in anything, trust me," I said. "But if you don't like my choices I'm cool with whatever you want."

She grinned and nodded. "We'll see," she said. "I'm kinda looking forward to it."

She curled up beside me and we looked through the pictures from the first session for a while before we ended up having sex again, incredibly. We were once a week before pictures, we were up to twice a day post pictures. It seemed that the photos were making me really aroused, and maybe the photo sessions were making her really aroused.

Kate let me know a few days later that she had set up the next photo session, and I was on pins and needles in the days leading up to the shoot. On the day of the shoot, I was well beyond distraction, visualizing my wife posing in the sexy outfits I had picked out while the photographer enjoyed her fabulous body. That night when I came home I tried to act nonchalant about it but Kate caught me checking her email.

"I thought we said we were going to look at the pictures together," she grinned. "He said it wouldn't be coming until tomorrow night anyway."

This news led to a sleepless night and a distracted day for me. The next night was a Friday, still several days before our anniversary, but we got her parents to take the kids and told them we were celebrating early. We neglected to tell them how we were celebrating, that may have been awkward.

We opened a bottle of wine and curled up together on the bed in our favorite matching silk robes, and Kate pulled out her laptop and pulled up her emails. She was just about to click on the link when she hesitated.

"Before we look at these I need to tell you some things," she said. The first time I did this photo session thing I wasn't sure how you would react, so I didn't get too crazy," she said. "But based on how much you liked it and the outfits you picked out, I ended up getting a little more, um... racy this time."

My mouth went dry and I thought I might faint. "I can't wait to see them," I managed to stammer out.

"Also, I should point out that the first time, I had a glass of wine, the photographer—his name is Ben— said it would help me relax," she said. "This time, I had two glasses of wine. It kinda went to my head, so if I did anything embarrassing I'm going to blame the wine."

"I'm sure I'm going to love every one of them," I said, kissing her forehead. "Let's do it."

She nodded and clicked on the email, and the first picture that came up greatly exceeded my expectations.

Kate was smartly dressed in a little black dress, little in that it was low on her chest, high on her legs and so sheer it was practically see through. Her hair was done up formally in a bun on her head, with two strands hanging down across her face, and she had on black high heels. She was standing elegantly in front of a glass table with candles and a glass of red wine on it. Everything about the picture exuded sophistication and grace, while looking hot as hell at the same time.

The next picture was her, still in the black dress, with her back to the camera, her head demurely turned to the side. Her dress was cut so low in the back that it almost showed the curve of her ass, and the lighting on this shot amplified how thin it was, you could just make out the outline of her ass to see she was probably not wearing panties.